<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:51:52.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are You doing here?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-113258588972394226</id><published>2005-11-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:18:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migration is Cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Migration is Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migration is cool. Especially permanent migration. Wait.. thats a rather&lt;br /&gt;redundant statement don't you think? Permanent migration. Tell me, which migration&lt;br /&gt;is not permanent? lol. nvm.. anyway.. back to my point. Migration is cool. What a&lt;br /&gt;useless paragraph if you ask me.. go one big round then say back the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migration is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it cool you may ask? Well.. to me.. migration is sorta like a free&lt;br /&gt;pass to do anything you want on the current dump you're leaving. Get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;The very fact that you're leaving an area permamently and going far far away&lt;br /&gt;warrants you the freedom to piss off everyone and not suffer any consequences right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migration is sorta like the last day of secondary school.. jus multiply the&lt;br /&gt;freedom of that by a hundred times and thats migration. Yep. On the last day of&lt;br /&gt;school no one gives a rats ass about the rules... Imagine.. I'm gonna have to tuck&lt;br /&gt;in my shirt cos the teacher's gonna BOOK ME if i don't!!! Ahhh!!! I'm soooo scared&lt;br /&gt;that Miss (Insert annoying discipline mistress' sirname) is going to book me!! I've&lt;br /&gt;got to go for detention on the last day of school because i didn't tuck in my&lt;br /&gt;shirt!!! AAAAhhh!!! Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migration gives you power. Loads of power. Especially if you are a person&lt;br /&gt;of low social status. You could get back at all the idiots that bullied you right?&lt;br /&gt;And not get beaten up cos you're ditching the dump permanently. Wouldn't that be&lt;br /&gt;cool? In fact, it's so cool that i've come up with a list of things to do before you&lt;br /&gt;migrate. It's called the migration list. Cool right? Original right? I know. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ny Lovely List of things to do before you migrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Borrow $10 000 from a local loan shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the thing about loan sharks is that it's an illegal business, so they can't&lt;br /&gt;approach the law if you 'steal' their money. Of course they've got other means in&lt;br /&gt;which they whack you and chase you... but usually these only work if you're still in&lt;br /&gt;the country.. i mean.. imagine.. what if you borrowed $10 000 told them a fake&lt;br /&gt;address and just leave the next day with all that extra money? COOL RIGHT!? Yes. We&lt;br /&gt;should all do that when we migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pee in the Kallang river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're changing residence right? and we're changing citizenship right? So.. screw&lt;br /&gt;the current country you're ditching! Pollute it as much as you can!! Pee in all the&lt;br /&gt;rivers! Kill their fishes! And have fun while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the library and borrow eight books. Prefably books that cost a lot or books&lt;br /&gt;you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. when you borrow books they charge it to your card right? And when you need to&lt;br /&gt;pay up.. they'll send you a letter or notice to say your books are overdue. But what&lt;br /&gt;if you're not in the country anymore? Will they be able to fine you? HECK NO! So..&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for? Go borrow those books legally and keep them illegally! You&lt;br /&gt;can even read them on the long flight to the country you're migrating to. Cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Tie up that annoying dog next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Let's face it. You hate that dog don't you? The one that keeps barking&lt;br /&gt;whenever you walk past? So annoying right? You've always wanted to give it a good&lt;br /&gt;beating. or teach it a lesson for waking you up at 3 am with its incessant barking.&lt;br /&gt;Right? Nows your chance! Grab it by the neck, and tie it up! You won't suffer any&lt;br /&gt;consequences cos you're leaving the next day! So what are you waiting for? That&lt;br /&gt;#R#$%# dog is barking again isn't he? You go man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'Whack' all the bullies who whacked you before, dates who rejected you, teachers&lt;br /&gt;who scolded you, that old man down the street who scolded you, that guy in the mall&lt;br /&gt;who laughed at you... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term 'whack' here basically means 'use your imagination'. Whack may mean give a&lt;br /&gt;physical beating, or a slap in the face. Whack can also mean pointing fingers. Whack&lt;br /&gt;can also mean giving roses to someone. Whack can also mean talking back to them.&lt;br /&gt;Whack can also mean playing lovely pranks on them. What does whack mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;Dosen't matter. Just do it before you migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go find a pirate shop and rat on them by calling the police in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea actually. It's just fun to see those illegal buggers getting their asses&lt;br /&gt;whacked. And getting away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vandalise a few buildings. Prefably those that have the word 'Ministry of' in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you're leaving. Why not make a lasting impression on the government here? Just&lt;br /&gt;a nice lovely neon paint mark here and there ought to show them who you are. Hey..&lt;br /&gt;who knows? They might even like what you do to their walls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Send a mass email to everyone saying that you're migrating because you hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Because you want to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Thats all for now.. this lovely list of stuff to do before migration.&lt;br /&gt;So.. next time you migrate.. remember my lovely list of stuff to do before&lt;br /&gt;migration. Try it. Trust me. It'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Migrate. It's fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is purely for entertainment. If you're migrating, I trust you are  intellectually capable of distinguishing fact from humour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-113258588972394226?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113258588972394226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=113258588972394226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113258588972394226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113258588972394226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/11/migration-is-cool.html' title='Migration is Cool.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-113172540441867989</id><published>2005-11-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:13:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never be Ironic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will Never be Ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I&lt;br /&gt;hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate&lt;br /&gt;repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating&lt;br /&gt;myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I&lt;br /&gt;hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate&lt;br /&gt;repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating&lt;br /&gt;myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. I hate repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TYPING IN CAPITAL LETTERS. IT IS SO ANNOYING!!! I FLAME ANYONE AND&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WHO TYPES IN CAPS!! AARRGHHH!!! PEOPLE WHO TYPE IN CAPS SHOULD BE BURNT ALIVE!!! AARRGGHHH!!! STOP TYPING IN CAPS YOU NUTS!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!!! GO AWAY YOU CAPS NUTS!!!! GO AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ppl hu constantly typ in acronyms n shortforms. they r so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;cant they jus learn to typ in ful words? stupid ppl, l8er become habit n all fail&lt;br /&gt;eng. lol. duncha agree wid me? tt ppl hu typ in shortforms shud be shot? yes u do?&lt;br /&gt;Gd fer u man! U rok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate? Do you know? Care to try and guess? Yes? No? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;How much time do you need to guess? Will one second do? Or is one second too short?&lt;br /&gt;If i give you ten seconds will that be better? Will it? Or have you given up&lt;br /&gt;already? Try harder perhaps? Have you forgotten the question? What else do i hate?&lt;br /&gt;So.. have you got it? Yes? No? Maybe? Give up? Okay? Want me to tell you now?&lt;br /&gt;Alrights...... I hate people who constantly ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilovespacesinbetweenmywords.Ijustlovepressingthespacebar.Don'tyou?&lt;br /&gt;Thespacebarrocksdosen'tit?Howwouldtheworldbelikewithoutthespacebar?Suckswouldn'tit?&lt;br /&gt;Horrible.Ican'timaginetheworldwithoutthespacebarman.Shudderjustthinkingaboutit.You?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldyousurvivewithoutthespacebar?Iamsureyoucan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blog posts that are full of meaning. You know the ones where you go away thinking... wow... this blogger has taught me something new. On the contrary, i&lt;br /&gt;hate bloggers who just post random meaningless crap that just wastes your intelligence reading it. Like this damn lame post i saw just now. The blogger idiot kept harping on how much he hated repetition repetition repetition and how much he hated THE CAPS LOCK KEY and shortform words and questions and spaces between words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate blogs.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate ironies.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate the word and.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-113172540441867989?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113172540441867989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=113172540441867989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113172540441867989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113172540441867989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-will-never-be-ironic.html' title='I will never be Ironic.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-113129600056030047</id><published>2005-11-07T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:59:31.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenging Question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Challenging Question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking. Pondering and pondering over this life question. What is the&lt;br /&gt;question? Well... The question is... "Should I post this post or not?" Arrgh!!! If&lt;br /&gt;only I could just friggin make up my extremely fickle mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay. Let's take this "one little baby step at a time" (Shrek, 1234). Right. So&lt;br /&gt;let me start somewhere. I know!! Lets start by reviewing my options. What are my&lt;br /&gt;options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 1 - Post this post.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 2 - Don't post this post.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 3 - See Option Number 1.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 4 - See Option Number 2.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 5 - Type Option Number 5.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 6 - See Option Number 7.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 7 - See Option Number 6.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 8 - See all options.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 9 - Don't see all options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.... Choices Choices.... Which one should i choose? So many!!! Arrrgghh..&lt;br /&gt;Nine leh!!! Somehow i think option 1 and 2 are the most practical though. Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;you agree? I am sure you do. If you don't go kill yourself. Kidding. Don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number One is to post. But writing this blog post would take a friggin long&lt;br /&gt;time!! I have so many other better things to do.. like counting the number of square&lt;br /&gt;tiles i have in my house.. and oh yar!! Have to finish reading the book i was given&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.. What's the title of the book ar? Oh yeah.. "Spot counts to Three".&lt;br /&gt;Difficult and intellectually challenging that book.. haiz... so difficult how to&lt;br /&gt;read finish?? The many challenges i face in my life. Arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this post would also mean that i have to waste my energy!! Have to press so&lt;br /&gt;many annoyingly difficult to press keys on this lousy keyboard i have... I have to press the&lt;br /&gt;comma key, spacebar key        , Enter Key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, CAPS LOCK KEY and the stupid exclamation key!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now how to press all those keys?? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus if i post this post then what would this post be about? Must take the time and&lt;br /&gt;think of what to type for this post right? So difficult to think of lame ideas for&lt;br /&gt;posting man... Its not like i can just make it so easy by typing a post of not&lt;br /&gt;posting right? Cmon man.. which idiot nut would do that?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So... Option Number 1 is definitely OUT. Yepp.. That leaves us with Option&lt;br /&gt;Number 2. And that is NOT to post this post. -Ah- That sounds lazily inviting! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Not posting this post would mean i would'nt have to waste all my time typing out&lt;br /&gt;this post right? haha. Yeah.. that sounds like a cool option don't you think? I'm&lt;br /&gt;sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now choose Option Number 2 and NOT post this post. Why? Cos I'm lazy and&lt;br /&gt;don't want to think of a posting idea. Cos I'm tired and can't press the keys on my&lt;br /&gt;keyboard. Cos I've got better things to do like counting the pixels on my screen.&lt;br /&gt;Cos not posting this post would mean more time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesh!! WooHoo!! NOT POSTING THIS POST IS SO MUCH FUN!!! Option Number 2 Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Option Number 1 sucks. If i had chose to post this post it would suck. Cos then i&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be having the fun of not posting this post!!! Woo HOO!! I am glad I chose&lt;br /&gt;not to post this post. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp. Thats it then. I will not post this post. So.. happy not reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-113129600056030047?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113129600056030047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=113129600056030047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113129600056030047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113129600056030047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/11/challenging-question.html' title='Challenging Question?'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-113031051369019655</id><published>2005-10-26T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:14:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Courage of Blankness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Courage of Blankness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art. Was having a conversation about art with some friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one of them took the art elective program *cough* (you know who you&lt;br /&gt;are.haha.) and was telling us about the legality of submitting a blank sheet of&lt;br /&gt;white paper and calling it 'art'. According to her, all one has to do in justifying the blank sheet was to do a write up and explain why the white blankness of paper was 'art', and the teacher would accept it. The art teachers accept a piece of blank paper as art!!! Now, i've got one thing to say. That is cool. If only we could all do that for all subjects!!! Aaahh!! If only i could pass up a blank sheet of paper for every chinese assignment. And then with an english explanation at the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lao Shi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paper is not blank as it seems to be to you. The world is moving towards a&lt;br /&gt;stage of post modernism where everything is subject to relative thinking and self&lt;br /&gt;analysis. As we can see here, we have a rare piece of 'zhuo wen zi' with all the&lt;br /&gt;lovely grid lines forming cuboid shapes that accentuate the exquisite essence of&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of nothingness. The lines are too beautiful to destroy in my eyes and i&lt;br /&gt;am sure that a lao shi of your intellectual calibre can see that the importance of&lt;br /&gt;the blankness is to high to even consider the destruction of what pen ink can&lt;br /&gt;cause. I am sure that someone such as you will be able to understand the need of&lt;br /&gt;protection of high art such as the genius in blankness. Surely a trifle such as&lt;br /&gt;the writing the 'zhuo wen' will never take the place of beauty such as this. Also,&lt;br /&gt;one can see that between the spaces of the squares you can actually see wondrous&lt;br /&gt;things. Things that the mind conjures to fit what each individual desires each so&lt;br /&gt;called 'empty' square to be. So, the 'empty' squares are not necessarily empty but&lt;br /&gt;rather 'intellectually filled'. What i'm saying is that its up to you my lovely&lt;br /&gt;lao shi to decide whether the squares are empty or not. If you are the&lt;br /&gt;intellectual being in which i think you are, you will say: "No. It is not empty&lt;br /&gt;but rather filled with the ingenuity of my students.". If you are not, sadly, you&lt;br /&gt;disappoint us. I await your answer with great anticipation and expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Chinese name which i will not reveal here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. Wouldn't that be cool if that were actually legal??? Sadly, our&lt;br /&gt;narrow minded education system only seems to concentrate on the absolution of&lt;br /&gt;subjects. We as creative and open minded students are forced into intellectual&lt;br /&gt;boundaries that our so called society imposes on us. So, unfortunately, we cannot&lt;br /&gt;practice the above example to our actual homework. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other education systems which i've heard of, the teachers actually accept&lt;br /&gt;'creative' answers in exams or homework. Like in America for instance, i heard&lt;br /&gt;this true story of a guy named John who did something that was friggin cool in one&lt;br /&gt;if his exam papers. Ok. Wait. Who am i kidding? Sorry, i lied. His name wasn't&lt;br /&gt;John. It was Jon. If your name happened to be Jon, remember, that is only a mere&lt;br /&gt;coincidence and this Jon has nothing to with you. So relax Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to my point. Jon. The American dude who did something cool. What did he&lt;br /&gt;do? Well, it was 3pm and he was sitting in an exam hall awaiting his English&lt;br /&gt;Compostion Examination papers to be given out. Remember, it was an English&lt;br /&gt;composition Exam. After the teachers gave out the papers and the exam had&lt;br /&gt;commenced, Jon flipped the paper over and read the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essay Question: What is courage to you? Write an essay of not more than 800 words&lt;br /&gt;answering this question. (40 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon stared at the question for about 1 minute. He just sat there thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to write. Then he had it. He took the piece of foolscap paper he&lt;br /&gt;was given and wrote his name and all the necessary default crap needed to. Then on&lt;br /&gt;the answering area, he wrote three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS COURAGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this he took his paper, walked to the front and handed it up. All done&lt;br /&gt;within 3 minutes. His two hour English Composition paper done within 3 minutes. He&lt;br /&gt;left immediately and went home to sleep, played Ragnarok Online and basically felt&lt;br /&gt;pretty darn pleased with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that is cool. Cool and creative. And know what else? He got an A for that&lt;br /&gt;paper. An A. No 'faeces'(or otherwise known as shit). Unfair world this is.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this story, i sat down and thought for awhile. Could i have done the&lt;br /&gt;same thing? Maybe Yes. Maybe Not. And another thing i realised could happen. If it&lt;br /&gt;had been another question could Jon have answered it the same way? my answer? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essay Question: What is stupidity to you? Write an essay of not more than 800&lt;br /&gt;words answering this question. (40 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS STUPIDITY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-113031051369019655?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113031051369019655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=113031051369019655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113031051369019655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113031051369019655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/courage-of-blankness.html' title='The Courage of Blankness'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-113014421661844252</id><published>2005-10-24T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:58:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Day Saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern Day Saviour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that Jesus was born of a virgin birth during the Roman Empire&lt;br /&gt;right? Where mangers still existed, crucifixion was still in practice and donkeys&lt;br /&gt;were used to travel. But have you ever thought why God planned it for Jesus to&lt;br /&gt;come at that time period instead of any other time? Why couldn't Jesus come in&lt;br /&gt;this time? What if Jesus decided to come in this modern era? What would the Bible&lt;br /&gt;be like? Who would the apostles be? Who would Judas be? Interesting thought isn't&lt;br /&gt;it? Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. for starters, Jesus wouldn't be able to justify his virgin birth&lt;br /&gt;very well if he were to come at this age. Why? Because of science. Science has&lt;br /&gt;enabled birth without sexual intercourse, through a process called artificial&lt;br /&gt;Insemination. Or test tube babies and the lot. It would've been actually 'humanly'&lt;br /&gt;possible for Mary to give birth to Jesus without having to see an actual penis.&lt;br /&gt;So, when Mary announced she was pregnant and a virgin at the same time, people&lt;br /&gt;would simply go:"Oh. Test tube? Must be. Congratulations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, what would it be like for Jesus to actually attend school? or a&lt;br /&gt;Junior College? or a polytechnic? or how about ITE while we're at it. What do you&lt;br /&gt;think his test grades will be like? Imagine Jesus in a science lab having chemistry&lt;br /&gt;practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Alright Class, I have here a beaker full of concentrated Hydrochloric&lt;br /&gt;acid. And in my hand is a strip of blue litmus paper. Now, as you all know, when i&lt;br /&gt;dip this litmus paper into the acid, the blue litmus paper will change colour. But&lt;br /&gt;do any of you know what colour it will change into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Bob: Yes! Yes! I know! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Alright, Bob, what do you think the colour will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Red! Duh! Read the book yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Yes Bob. Thank you, Red is indeed correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jesus: Erm.. Ma'am, i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Yes Jesus? You don't think it will turn red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jesus: No it won't ma'am. The litmus paper will remain blue, but the&lt;br /&gt;hydrochloric acid will turn into red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: *Laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Erm.. I'm pretty sure it won't Jesus. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jesus: O Ye of little faith.. trust me, it will turn into red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jim: Shaddup smart ass! The litmus' is going to turn red and the acid&lt;br /&gt;remain acid. It says it here in the book. Look! Page 76, right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I'm afraid Jim and Bob are right Jesus. The acid will remain acid and the&lt;br /&gt;blue litmus changed to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jesus: Why don't you put it into the acid then. And we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Alright Class, look closely now as i lower the blue litmus paper into the&lt;br /&gt;acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: *Dips the litmus paper into the beaker of acid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The hydrochloric acid slowly changes into a red weird smelling liquid. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: *Loud Gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: *Lifts up the litmus paper* OHH MYYY GOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jesus: AHEM! Please kindly refrain from using that phrase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I.. I.. I don't believe this.. am i dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students Jim and Bob: o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Jesus: No you are not dreaming. Told you it would turn to wine. Go ahead,&lt;br /&gt;taste it. It's the best red wine there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: *Dips finger into red weird smelling liquid and tastes it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: It is wine! I really can't believe this happened! Its illogical!&lt;br /&gt;Scientifically impossible! Impossible! But yet.. yet.. its right here..&lt;br /&gt;How...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Pam: Excuse me ma'am, but is this coming out for the test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. as you can see.. our time is not a very good time for Jesus to come&lt;br /&gt;right? And what about the crucifixion? If Jesus chose to come at our time, it&lt;br /&gt;would be politically impossible for him to get crucified. Why? Because&lt;br /&gt;crucifixion is banned in most countries. It is deemed as too cruel a death even&lt;br /&gt;for serial killers and rapists. Too cruel indeed. The victim dies of sheer&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion. Horribly inhumane. So.. if Jesus chose to come at our age then how&lt;br /&gt;would he die? And one other thing, if he wasn't crucified there wouldn't be a&lt;br /&gt;cross for the symbol of Christianity now would it? Interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. how would Jesus die if he couldn't be crucified. What are the various&lt;br /&gt;execution methods practiced in the 21st century? Well.. Hanging is one, poison is&lt;br /&gt;another, electrocution is yet another and perhaps death by the bullet even. By far&lt;br /&gt;the most commonly practiced would be death by hanging. So.. if Jesus came today,&lt;br /&gt;he would be eventually hanged and the symbol for future Christianity would be the&lt;br /&gt;rope. Lol. Imagine. Having a rope as a symbol on every church. Having necklaces&lt;br /&gt;with the rope on it. Interesting. Far-fetched, but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good thing Jesus has already come and we are now saved. Or&lt;br /&gt;rather, we now can choose to be saved. A very good thing indeed. How many of us&lt;br /&gt;actually take salvation for granted? I know I have. So.. take the time today to&lt;br /&gt;thank God for coming already and giving us this wonderful gift of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This post is entirely fictitious and is only meant for entertainment. No offense directed at Christianity. Just plain humour and answering the 'What if question." Nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-113014421661844252?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113014421661844252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=113014421661844252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113014421661844252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113014421661844252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/modern-day-saviour.html' title='Modern Day Saviour'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-113008049618432192</id><published>2005-10-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:20:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fruitland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitland. Have you heard of fruitland? I'm sure you have. If you haven't,&lt;br /&gt;then i will explain a little bit more about it. Basically, fruitland is a land of&lt;br /&gt;fruit. BUT, the thing is, these are no ordinary fruits, these are fruits that can&lt;br /&gt;walk, talk, breathe and even think. These are super-fruits! If so, then why is'n&lt;br /&gt;it called Superfruitland instead? How the heck would i know? I'm not the one in&lt;br /&gt;charge of naming fruitland am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. thats a brief summary of what fruitland is about. The next question&lt;br /&gt;to ask is: "What kind of fruits are there in fruitland?" Well.. apparently..&lt;br /&gt;fruitland is pretty new.. it was just created this year.. so.. the current fruits&lt;br /&gt;in there are pretty limited. But fear not.. there will be more coming.. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the question, there are basically FOUR main fruits in&lt;br /&gt;fruitland. Four main fruits plus a few other fruit anomalies. What is a fruit&lt;br /&gt;anomaly? A fruit anomaly are fruits that are unique and are one of its kind. This&lt;br /&gt;means if a durian is a fruit anomaly, then there is only one durian in all of&lt;br /&gt;fruitland. Get it? No? Then go kill yourself. Kidding. Don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly are the four main fruits and the fruit anomalies? Here there&lt;br /&gt;are...&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Number One - Oranges.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Number Two - Bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Number Three - Peaches.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Number Four - Cherries.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Anomalies - Durian, Dragonfruit, Passionfruit and Pomelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps another thing you should know about fruitland is that it's&lt;br /&gt;seperated into different colonies, each fruit to its kind. The oranges live in&lt;br /&gt;Orange County. The bananas live in Nanaland. The peaches live in PeachBeach. And&lt;br /&gt;the Cherries live in CherryCola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the fruit anomalies? Well.. they don't have specific places&lt;br /&gt;of refuge, so they mix around with the other fruits and sometimes stay in their&lt;br /&gt;colonies for a little while. The anomalies don't stay in each colony for long,&lt;br /&gt;they like being free and unique, they like switching around depending on their&lt;br /&gt;mood and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. what exactly do the fruits do in fruitland? Well.. every morning they&lt;br /&gt;assemble near a device called THE NUTRITIONALLY ADVANCED PISTONISED SPRINKLER, or THE N.A.P. SPRINKLER. What does the N.A.P. Sprinkler do? Well.. its function is to&lt;br /&gt;provide the fruits with daily nutrition and vitamins. How does it do this? At&lt;br /&gt;certain times of the day, the N.A.P. Sprinkler will open and spray forth a huge&lt;br /&gt;blast of nutritional liquid. This liquid will seep into the skin of all the fruits&lt;br /&gt;in contact with it and 'feed' each fruit. This 'fruit feeding' process is called&lt;br /&gt;Fruit-nutrisation. The N.A.P. sprinkler sprays this liquid twice in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;twice in the afternoon and twice in the evening. Six times in total, with each&lt;br /&gt;spray giving different kinds of nutrients and vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray One - Oralphythemane. For lung enhancement.&lt;br /&gt;Spray Two - Radiastatin. For ear enhancement.&lt;br /&gt;Spray Three - Sociacetamol. For brain enhancement.&lt;br /&gt;Spray Four - Wordometazine. For limb enhancement.&lt;br /&gt;Spray Five - Isotozone. For nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Spray Six - Comthromycin. For even more nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each fruit colony has its own rules, character, structure, lifestyle and&lt;br /&gt;identity. So what are each colony like? Well.. The oranges believe in social&lt;br /&gt;harmony and putting others first. The bananas believe in taking risks and are&lt;br /&gt;social achievers. The Peaches are a feministic community and believe in beauty and&lt;br /&gt;social closeness. The cherries live exclusive lifestyles and are rather distant&lt;br /&gt;from the rest of the fruits, so very little is known of them. All that is known of&lt;br /&gt;them is that they come in pairs. However, recently, one cherry has managed to&lt;br /&gt;break away and has occasionally been seen with the oranges in Orange County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the fruit anonamalies? Well.. the Durian favors two groups&lt;br /&gt;over the rest and is often seen hanging around their colonies. This includes the&lt;br /&gt;oranges and the peaches. The Dragonfruit is fine with any group, but is most seen&lt;br /&gt;with the bananas. The Passionfruit is the most passionate of all, and treats every&lt;br /&gt;group equally. And lastly, the pomelo. The pomelo is the shyest of all the fruits&lt;br /&gt;and furthermore is only seen while Spray One (Oralphythemane) is given. Somehow,&lt;br /&gt;the pomelo manages to survive only on that spray. The pomelo is not known to be&lt;br /&gt;seen with any other fruit colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp.. so thats the basic storyline existence of fruitland. Fruitland is&lt;br /&gt;currently undergoing a major climate shift now. It is rumored that the N.A.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;itself is going to change, and the fruits evolve. However, it is but a rumour and&lt;br /&gt;rumours not to be trusted right? Well.. time will tell.. time will tell. So.. when&lt;br /&gt;the time comes, i will report to you more news on fruitland, its changes and i&lt;br /&gt;might even delve into a little bit of history. yepp.. so.. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-113008049618432192?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113008049618432192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=113008049618432192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113008049618432192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/113008049618432192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/fruitland.html' title='Fruitland'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-112988024409882053</id><published>2005-10-21T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:44:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got a Question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! I've got a question for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever had a conversation entirely out of questions? As in pure 100% questions, where every statement and answer made is a question. Yes? No? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. if you haven't, you should try it out sometime. It looks fun.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded. But fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. how would an entire conversation with just questions be like? How&lt;br /&gt;long would it even last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explore this intriguing concept, i shall introduce two new characters&lt;br /&gt;to give us an illustration. I shall introduce... Characters Jim and Bob! Round of&lt;br /&gt;applause please as they step up on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jim and Bob look bewildered as they step up on stage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cmon now! Right up here.. yes thank you Jim and Bob for your wonderful&lt;br /&gt;voluntary cooperation. Okay now Jim. What would it be like for an entire&lt;br /&gt;conversation to be made out of pure questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "What's that you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What would it be like for a conversation made entirely out of questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "What? Did you say a there's a monkey behind me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dude... Are you deaf?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim: "Are you mad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Bob! Whats wrong with this guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "How the hell would i know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "What's hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So you can hear now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Hear what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You're an idiot you know that!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Hey! Why'd you insult him for!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wouldn't you have done the same thing!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Could you both stop shouting!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why should we?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Can i get off the stage now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Can't you answer me first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Hey! Did you guys notice something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Why are we all talking in questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Are you crazy Jim!? What are you thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "How the heck would i know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Whats Heck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why don't you ask Jim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "You don't know what's heck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Yeah.. What's it to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "You're not very smart are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "I just asked a simple question, theres no need to insult is there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "So what if i want to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Childish don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Who are you calling childish!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Erm.. May I...(?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Can you shut up!? Can't you see we're talking!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Who's talking to you!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Getting angry are we!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Yeah! Who's your daddy!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "What!? Who's your mommy!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Bet you haven't seen a fist this big!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Hah! Did that puny thing get shrunk in a washing machine!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OKOK. Can't we all just get along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Bob: "CAN'T YOU JUST SHUT UP!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So what if i can't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Yo Jim. Let's pummel this guy, you with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Is a monkey a monkey?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Heyhey.. What'd i do???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jim and Bob both raises their fists*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! What are you gonna do with those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Why don't you take a wild guess question guy?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Err.. You're gonna give me five bucks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jim and Bob beats me up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: @#%$@*%$# @#%^$^@???!!!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...Ooh.. ah!!!.. owwoww!!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "&lt;a href="mailto:$#$#$%$@#!@@#@#$@#$@#$"&gt;$#$#$%$@#!@@#@#$@#$@#$&lt;/a&gt;!!????!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "..OW..OWOWOWOW..OW!!!???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: @##$% #$%#% $%v @@#$@V &lt;a href="mailto:2$@#$"&gt;2$@#$&lt;/a&gt;!!!????!!?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: &lt;a href="mailto:#$#$%^%@#$$%"&gt;#$#$%^%@#$$%&lt;/a&gt; #%$^ $%&amp; @$ ^&amp;amp;*^!!???!!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jim and Bob Continue beating me up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: ##$$%.. Hey.. isn't that his..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Shhhh.... This is a blog, don't you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jim and Bob stop beating me up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Oh yeahh... blog... can't use dirty words... whoops. my bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "Hey!! We're not talking in questions anymore!! wooHOOhoo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Yeah.. must've stopped after that question guy fainted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: "haha.. yeah.. cmon man.. lets ditch this dump.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "So long sucka!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ".....................?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-112988024409882053?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112988024409882053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=112988024409882053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112988024409882053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112988024409882053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-question.html' title='Got a question?'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-112978268088221945</id><published>2005-10-20T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:42:41.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Easiest Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The World's Easiest Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz is so easy you'll feel friggin insulted for doing it. I flame anyone who can't get a 9/10 at least for this stupidly easy quiz. Arrgh. Wasted 40 seconds of my life doing it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it anyway and see how well YOU fare.. haha.. and remember.. NO CHEATING!! Anyway, trust me.. u won't need to cheat on this chicken quiz. So here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How long did the Hundred Years War last? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Which country makes Panama hats? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. From which animal do we get catgut? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. What is a camel's hair brush made of? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. The Canary Islands in the Atlantic are named after what animal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. What was King George VI's first name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. What color is a purple finch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Where are Chinese gooseberries from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. How long did the Thirty Years War last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Answers Below. When you're done, scroll down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 116 years, from 1337 to 1453. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Ecuador. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. From sheep and horses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. November. The Russian calendar was 13 days behind ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Squirrel fur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. The Latin name was Insularia Canaria - Island of the Dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Albert. When he came to the throne in 1936 he respected the wish of&lt;br /&gt;Queen Victoria that no future king should ever be called Albert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Distinctively crimson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. New Zealand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Thirty years. (duh). From 1618 to 1648. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. so how did YOU do? Easy right? Did you get at least a 9/10?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bet you did. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-112978268088221945?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112978268088221945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=112978268088221945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112978268088221945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112978268088221945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/worlds-easiest-quiz.html' title='The World&apos;s Easiest Quiz'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-112970284499250592</id><published>2005-10-19T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:34:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man who wanted to Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Man who wanted to Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once there lived a man named John. No, not John the Baptist and definitely not John the apostle. And no, John is not related to me whatsoever and if your name is John, it is by mere coincidence that this guy has the same name as you. Okay. Where was I? Oh yeah.. John. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once there lived a man named John. Sad to say, he was a born loser. In everything that he did, he either sucked at it, really sucked at it or blew it away. Needless to say, he led an extremely depressing life. He never had any chance at girls and was always mocked for his weird face and unproportionate physique. He sucked at every sport imaginable. In soccer, he would kick the ball at the referee's balls at least 100% of the time. In basketball, he never had a chance to even throw the ball before he either dropped it or it was snatched from him. He grew up a sad and miserable person with little friends and those he had were either weirder than him or were inanimate objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He led this sad life for many years, enduring every hardship to a point where he just couldn't take it anymore. So, one day, he said to himself "I suck. There is no point in living anymore. I have always failed in whatever i do. arrghh!! i can't take it anymore!! I will kill myself and end this pathetic existence of mine." Poor John. He had decided to kill himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now John wanted to make his death as certain as possible. Since he was a born loser, he thought that failure at killing himself was a major possibility. So he examined the many ways of killing oneself and came up with the top seven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And here's his list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Falling from great height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Drowning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Knifing Oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Shooting Oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;John looked at this list and decided that for certain death, he must use all seven methods of killing himself all at once. And with this, he devised a plan. It took him several weeks to get all the necessary items, the location of his suicide and the course of action ready. But after weeks of hard work, he finally had everything before him. For the first time in John's sad life he was feeling a sense of accomplishment and was actually happy. John said to himself: "No way is this gonna fail. I will finally succeed at something. Yes! I will succeed at killing myself! WooHooHoo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;His planned day of death finally arrived. It was a Tuesday morning and the weather was fine with the sky clear, birds chirping and the flowers blooming. He woke up grinning to himself and went to get all his items ready. What were the items you may ask? Well... he had six of them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and here they are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. One fully loaded Pistol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. One Razor Sharp Knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. One bottle of deadly poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. One hangman's rope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Two lighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. One large tin of Kerosene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He packed all these in his bag and drove all the way to a very high cliff overlooking the sea. This cliff was named Crossbone Point because a long long time ago pirates used to hang people they didn't like there. John decided that was the best place to kill himself. Why? It's pretty obvious isn't it? I you don't get it then you're worst then John. Go kill yourself. Just Kidding. Don't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He got there and took out all his stuff. He first tied the hangman's rope to a large branch hanging over the sea. He put the knife in his back pocket and held the pistol in his right hand. He thouroughly doused himself with kerosene and put the rope loop over his neck. Before setting himself on fire he ran through his plan once more in his mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;His plan was to swallow the poison. Set himself on fire and hang from the tree over the cliff edge, this meant he would be dangling over the sea. The poison would render him unconcious after the first minute, the rope would block out his air supply and the fire would burn his body when he died. The gun and knife were necessary precautions taken in case anything went wrong. When he died of the fire would burn the rope and his body would fall way below and be swept away never to be seen again. This was John's plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;He was now almost there. He swallowed the poison and threw the bottle away. He took the lighter and set himself ablaze and jumped of the edge leaving him strangled and hung over the sea. He dangled there unable to breath, with fire all over his clothes, and the poison coursing through his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ten seconds of blazing agony passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twenty seconds of blazing agony passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forty Seconds of blazing agony passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John felt his end coming and was glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fifty seconds of blazing agony passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fifty five seconds of blazing agony passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then it was at this point where the knife in his back pocket slipped out and poked him before it fell and was lost in the sea below. He jerked from the sudden jab and accidentally fired the pistol. The bullet whizzed past the top of his head and cut the hangman's rope. He fell straight down into the mass of water below. The huge impact made him vomit all the poison in his stomach. As his whole body plunged into the sea, the waters put out the fire and he surfaced gasping for air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Survived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-112970284499250592?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112970284499250592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=112970284499250592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112970284499250592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112970284499250592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/man-who-wanted-to-die.html' title='The Man who wanted to Die.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213522.post-112963450971411670</id><published>2005-10-18T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:14:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a First in Everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a First in Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Good Morning people. It seems that i have finally decided to&lt;br /&gt;put up a blog. Interesting is'nt it? People who know will probably know that&lt;br /&gt;i hate blogs. So it pretty ironic for me to put a blog. Then why do i still&lt;br /&gt;do it? Well.. Let me ask you a question to begin with.. What is blogging to&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. From that question i can already derive certain answers that&lt;br /&gt;will most probably be mentioned by the majority. Blogging is a medium by&lt;br /&gt;which you release the mind onto matter. This basically means you express&lt;br /&gt;thoughts onto paper. Secondly, blogs are for entertaining others and&lt;br /&gt;yourself. Thirdly, blogging is a way in which one can improve one's writing&lt;br /&gt;skills. Fourthly, blogging is a way of clearing and organising one's&lt;br /&gt;thoughts in a practical and aesthetical manner. Well.. those are some common&lt;br /&gt;reasons people give. But i guess the question here is why I chose to blog&lt;br /&gt;even though i hate blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. here are ten lovely and meaningful reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1 - I love ironies more than i hate blogging. I love contradictions&lt;br /&gt;in life, it disturbs me so much that i actually love it. Come to think of&lt;br /&gt;it, that is a contradiction in itself. I love something that disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Anyway, back to the point. The ironies in life are what drive me to do&lt;br /&gt;certain things. Like this for instance, it is an irony that when one hates&lt;br /&gt;something he chooses to love doing it just because he hates it and loves&lt;br /&gt;hating it at the same time. Ironies, my friend, are a curse to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2 - I am a reactionist. Reactionists are people who love to observe&lt;br /&gt;different reactions from different people. Sometimes, they manipulate&lt;br /&gt;situations just for the sake of getting a reaction. Remember.. its&lt;br /&gt;manipulating the SITUATION not the person. Reactionists are not evil. I&lt;br /&gt;think. yesh. Wait. But what has reactionism got to do with blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely Nothing. Dang. But type already... ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3 - Well I'm in Ngee Ann Mass Comm now and i feel compelled to get a&lt;br /&gt;medium in which i can practise writing in a stress free environment. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a stress free environment. Why so? Because the burden of your&lt;br /&gt;future does not depend on what you pen and pass up. The annoyingness of&lt;br /&gt;grades stifles one's working capabilities. Have you ever taken WRITTEN&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION as a Module before!!! AAARRGGHH!!! *Knocks head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4 - Friends have bugged me constantly to get a blog. Arrgh. Must as i&lt;br /&gt;hate to succumb to peer pressure i have made this choice because i choose to&lt;br /&gt;and not because my friends 'forced' me too. Its just an extra push to know&lt;br /&gt;that people want me to have a blog. Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5 - See Reasons 1 - 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 6 - See Reasons 5 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 7 - See Reason 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 8 - Do not see Reason 5 - 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 9 - Ignore Reason 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 10 - See All reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp. So thats all my 10 reasons for blogging. And did i mention theu were meaningful? Yes? No? Maybe? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yesh.. I took about one month to haul my lazy ass to make this thing... and i could never have done it without the help of other people. Other people like Valerie! Special thanks to a special person. Thank You. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213522-112963450971411670?l=numanonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112963450971411670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213522&amp;postID=112963450971411670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112963450971411670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213522/posts/default/112963450971411670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numanonsense.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-is-first-in-everything.html' title='There is a First in Everything.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926432031982852301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
