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Sunday, June 29, 2008

Well, Diablo 3 has finally been announced. Phew. Really, I was quite happy last night. I mean, I've waited for Diablo 3 for at least five years now. I'll just be waiting another one or so more, before the game is actually released. In the meantime, I'll have various other games to keep me entertained. Kane's Wrath is still fun, despite the sad realisation that the AI is a bloody cheater. Spore will be out soon, and so will the Red Alert 3 beta. Which I will most definitely dip into.

The convention today was quite a disappointment, really. Normally I expect conventions to be 1) Fun, 2) Full of stuff to look at, 3)Containing buyable items, 4) Crowded.

I only got number 4 today. Seriously, there was nothing to see. Except a couple of professional speedcubers. That was about it, really. Sure, there were a few LotR figurines, and some dudes in Imperial uniforms playing Wii Sports, but it was still really, really tame. I'd have enjoyed myself more at the Science Centre, even though I've basically seen everything worth noting there.

It only occupied one convention hall. It was small, and filled with uninteresting nothings. The lego sculptures were hardly impressive, and the lightsabers were no different from the ones on display at the actual toy stores.

In other words, we'd probably have gotten a better experience from going to a PopcornPop or SimplyToys store. Quite a waste of time, really. Thus, we decided to escape the oxygen-less swamp of the convention hall and head off to Funan.

Yes, really. The convention was so crummy that we decided to scoot off to a regular IT mall. Which isn't really an IT mall any more. It sucks, period. Where are the games? Where, are the games? In other countries, there are entire stores dedicated to selling games. Entire stores, being places with a ground area the size of swimming pools, selling nothing but games and game systems. Over there, going to buy a video game can actually be considered as "shopping". Over here, buying a video game is "locating a small shop squashed between countless cake shops/hair saloons/jewelers to buy a video game that came out last month."

Some IT mall. They really ought to change their name.

In any case, it seems that it's back to lessons as usual tomorrow. I'm not really anxious to get back to that, although it's certainly not something I'm dreading either. Lab coats! Playing with fire! These are cool things. Then there are the very uncool things, such as the NE project that we're supposedly going to have to do soon.

... Honestly. There's no way that they can make an NE project cool, in any way. Slave labour up North doesn't count. And there's nothing about ice in this one, because it seems that it's about some biofuel people... As usual.

It's week 12 this week. Only 5 more weeks of lessons, then a week for revision. After that, the end-of-semester exams. And then no more German, no more Communications Skills, no more bloody IMB, and more microbiology to look forward to! Yes, despite what I say about it, it's actually quite interesting. The most interesting module so far, in fact. It also really helps with the whole sounding smart thing, because you can rattle off various names of common bacteria and fungi, and explain to people how their intestines are full of them.

For now, I'll just have to do my best. Less procrastination, more action. More trying not to procrastinate, basically, so it doesn't really translate into more action. Still, it'll make me feel better about myself! In theory.
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Lost @ 9:14 PM

Saturday, June 28, 2008

AND THE HEAVENS SHALL TREMBLE.

Today has really been one of my better days. Got through a report at peak efficiency, had hamburgers for dinner, and...

DIABLO THREE.
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IN YOUR FACE, EVERYONE WHO EVER SAID THAT DIABLO THREE WOULD NEVER COME OUT. IN YOUR FACE, VERY, VERY IN YOUR FACE.

Also, IN YOUR FACE! HAH.

Diablo wins. Your point is thus invalid.

Gee, I sure hope a random meteor doesn't crash into earth anytime soon.

-Joe

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DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III DIABLO III

Lost @ 7:06 PM

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

People! I have news. Which I forgot. So I'll just jump straight to my next point.

Now, procrastinating in my usual manner, but without the distractive aid of the internet, I found myself asking "What would you rather give up, salt and pepper, or instant communication?" This was in contrast to my usual "Would you rather have a lungful of hydrogen ignited, or have an image of Dora the Explorer permanently imprinted on your retinas?" and various other painful scenarios.

Oh, wait. There isn't really that much of a contrast. Losing salt and pepper would make food amazingly bland, or all sweet. When everything is either tasteless(ie. natural) or sweet, the craving for chips would probably become overwhelming. Losing mobile phones and the internet, on the other hand, would also be amazingly excruciating, albeit different ways.

In this age, information is expected to travel almost instantaneously. After all, we have things like Wi-Fi, copper transmission cables, and radio waves. While technically taking considerably more than a jiffy to traverse regular distances, your email usually gets to its destination long before you could walk to your kitchen for a snack. However, the rate at which information is really transmitted around the world is notably lower, due to several factors that I have managed to come up with off the top of my head.

There could be a mathematical equation for this. The speed at which information reaches any individual, measured in megabytes per second, is proportional to the actual transmission rates, multiplied by the inverse of the magnitude of procrastination on the part of the sender, the desire to receive information on the part of the receiver, "unforeseen" circumstance, and of general idiocy. See, much of the time spent transferring information around is wasted before the information is sent. Often, the information is right there, waiting to be brutally compressed into a .zip file, but the person who has been charged with delivering it usually has Other Things To Do.

Yes, that shall be an acronym now. OTTD, along with Someone Else's Problem, and And Your Point Is?

The solution to this is to turn everyone into cyborgs, where they would lose any ability to make a decision regarding the sending of information, and instead be controlled by an automated system that makes them send an email when they are told to. This would be exceptionally useful for people in charge of the dissemination of various things, such as personalised spam, and advertisements promoting the enlargement of certain organs.

The other part of the problem, is on the receiver's end. Many people assume that once information is sent, the other party will receive it. This is simply not true, as anyone who has ever tried using this invention known as Short Message Service could tell you. For one, the receiver may not have felt the telltale vibrations in his pants upon the reception of his message. This probably counts into the equation detailing this side of the transfer.

Unsurprisingly, the solution I am offering also involves invoking the loss of people's ability to make decisions. Also, since most often we are alerted to information by sensory input, and that much of this sensory input goes unnoticed(vibrating pants), it is natural to look for a solution that bypasses this limitation. One way to do it would be to raise the chances of one becoming aware of incoming information. This would be done in ways such as having mechanised trousers that amplify the vibrations of one's mobile phone. This approach, however, is expensive and very uncool. The alternative, while no less expensive, is very much lacking in the uncoolness department. Instead of making the signals of information more obvious to the receiver, this method entirely bypasses the need for sensory input.

Naturally, this would involve sending information directly into one's brain. This would also involve turning people into cyborgs, as the brain doesn't store information like a computer chip. Also built in with the memory device, will have to be something that forces people to look at the information. To make sure that they understand it, the device will have to put the person's thought processes through some algorithms, and perhaps force the person to acquire the necessary knowledge required for understanding the subject information.

This could backfire in that people might abuse the system to make other people mess up the schedules during the mandatory knowledge-acquirement periods. Undoubtedly, there would be ways to prevent this, but that would sound way too technical. Even I can't discuss something like that here.

And I still can't remember any announcement that I was planning to make. Maybe there wasn't one, and that I just thought that starting a post with "People!" was amusing.

Hmm.

Oh, and by the way, the Second Law of Thermodynamics doesn't disallow evolution in any way. Just saying.
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-Joe

Lost @ 7:17 PM

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Hmm, yeah. Well, nothing has made me feel like killing anything or anyone in particular since that last episode. I guess nothing can compare to hearing news about a certain person and that this certain person is going to teach the chapters on cell biology next semester. This is so screwy.

Ironically, I've played more video games over the past couple of days than I have for over two weeks. For some reason, right in the middle of the common tests, I am finding myself with a desire to blow things up. And it's really got nothing to do with the stress, either. It's not the "argh I'm so pissed that I want to level a city" type of desire. It's the "man, this is so fun. I'm just going to do it again! And again. And again" type.

That is probably not really a good sign. I should be focusing on my tests, because I don't want to get penalised for anything that, under normal circumstances, would have been entirely passable. At least I haven't started trying to find the value of Pi during an exam again. I'm never going to do that again. Ever.

... And I wasn't really finding the value of Pi. I was just dividing random numbers, and sticking them to the back of 3.142.

Hm. So, anyway. Recently, I came across this video on I-am-Bored of supposed open source experts claiming that the internet as we know it is coming to an end. They were basically saying that by 2013 or so, all the major internet service providers are going to change the way the internet works, entirely. Right now, we can basically access any site on the internet that is not restricted by the authorities. After the change, however, this would be no more.

Supposedly, they are going to turn the internet into a more subscription-based kind of thing, similar to television programs. We would be given a default set of websites that we can access as part of a basic package, such as... BBC News and various other commonly-visited sites. If we want something more than what is given, we would need to pay to subscribe to them, like subscribing to Animal Planet.

Well, that would be a real bugger. It would pretty much kill every small site that was run for interest or simply for people to have "personal spaces" on the internet.

Naturally, I called bullshit on this. It just does not make any sense. Firstly, it would render just about every search engine ever created entirely useless. When all you have online is the equivalent of Channel 5(which would probably be something like Photobucket on the internet) and a small variety of mainstream websites, there would be practically zero need to search entire databases for "reproductive cycle of mycorrhizal symbionts".

So then, Google will no longer be famous for being a useful search engine, but rather "just another annoying spamvertiser". I'm not sure if that's in their company goals.

You'd think that if all the "major internet service providers" are going to screw over just about the entire internet generation, they might inform them. Because, you know, people just aren't going to conform to a new standard that easily, even if you give them free donuts as an incentive. It just can't work.

Also those video-makers decided to put a half-second long flash of a well-endowed lady wearing a low-cut blousething, right in the middle of the clip. Now, when you upload a video onto Youtube, Youtube will pick the very frame in the middle of your clip to be that preview image. She was supposedly interviewing the "open source people". Clearly, the entire point of that was to attract viewers. There was absolutely no point in that split-second scene being in the middle of the video clip, other than that.

These people are probably just making these "messages to the public" as part of their own little thrill-rides. Lying to gullible people is fun, I guess.

And gullible people are everywhere. Check your inbox.
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Lost @ 3:38 PM

Friday, June 20, 2008

Augh, this is total, goddamn, bullshit.

I really, really, cannot trust NYP to give me accurate information. I hoped that the first few times I complained about this, that they were simply anomalies, random occurrences that were overlooked due to a natural amount of human negligence. I looked at is as bad luck, because, you know, it might have been. Maybe the people who created the lecture notes and such were just tired, and the editors were just bad at English(not that this is excusable in any way).

Okay so fine. During the quiz they state completely wrong things. In the lectures, they make up entirely non-existent facts and give them to us! WHAT. Okay, so maybe they're just outdated. Fine, that would be fine, completely fine, if they would bloody listen to me when I tell them! But what? Noooo, instead, they attribute their complete incompetence to ambiguity of information! So I say, why not explain the ambiguity? And then they make a completely unrelated and unhelpful remark, snubbing me, shutting me off. Ignoring my complaints.

And now what? I've encountered "ambiguity" number seven or so. Titration curves. The image presented to me in the chemistry lab manual, issued by NYP, is entirely different from ALL of the ones that I have found on the net. And guess what? ALL of the ones on the net are the SAME. Tells you something, doesn't it?

And I have to answer a question about it! How nice! First, they gave me a wrong graph, and asked me a question. At that point of time, I was completely unaware of how wrong the graph was. Also, given that the question was sort of new to me, they suggested that I looked it up on the web. And so I DID. And then I found that the entire dicking thing was wrong, making it pretty damn difficult to answer the question.

And so I've been trying to decide what to do. Use their botched up information, or the information I find elsewhere? Normally, I'd choose the latter, but this counts into my grade. Which is seriously the most screwed up thing, ever.

There is no way, absolutely no way, that all of these huge, massive errors, were simply in here because of normal human mistakes. No one(that matters) makes this many errors. These people are supposed to be scientists, FFS.

This would not peeve me so much, if I had any form of consolation. Someone tell me that my batch was just so damn unlucky that we got material from all the wrong people. Someone show me, that there is a way that a bloody school can fall into this level of incompetence. I would not care about all of the errors so far, if they were not going to affect me. But they are.

There is a reason for ambiguity. It's that people do not want to know things. They just accept everything given to them. Once in a while, someone decides that he want to know more, and does this really easy thing called cross referencing. And so, he discovers that there are differences! A normal, good, efficient organisation would listen to this dude, and conduct their own investigations.

And, you know, maybe update the goddamn textbook.

I know, not everything is known yet. But why is it so damn hard to add "Some scientists believe..." in front of ambiguous statements? Why is it so damn hard to add "However, some disagree with this..." so that an alternative hypothesis can be introduced? There's a reason that we invented the words "theory", "postulate", and "speculation".

This is utter bullshit. Seriously.

Oh, and someone tell me, when does methyl red turn pink or colourless?

Rgghh. I hate this. I hate them, and their pitiful excuses. They should really stop saying "You can't trust everything on the web". They should bloody go online and have a look around. I believe that real scientists use the internet, to publish texts and the like. You would think that some of them would have a look at Wikipedia, and out of that some of them, notice errors and correct them? And also, Wikipedia puts heavy emphasis on things like citations? You can't just make up anything and put it up there, unless there are supporting sources elsewhere.

So, for general information to be wrong on Wikipedia, you would need to go through a number of things. Firstly, you would need other sources to be wrong. As in, four out of five prominent, reliable sources, to be wrong. For this to even happen, you need entire intellectual bodies, universities, research centres, to have made the same mistakes, in order to have uniformly wrong information. Because only when the sources agree with each other, can they normally be thought of as "correct". So, after this, a person would use his natural logic and use information from these wrong sources to create the entry. After some time, it is really more likely that other organisations will perform their procedures correctly, and thus prove that the wikipedia entry is in fact, wrong. So then someone, now enlightened, will fix the entry.

It's not fail-proof, but honestly, you would think that general, simple things would be correct. It's not like we're discussing a Wikipedia entry that attempts to explain a mathematical proof. This is biology. Biology is concrete. Either it's there, or it's not. You don't worry about wave properties of matter when you look at an enzyme. Biology is applied chemistry, and chemistry is applied physics. There is an entire science separating biology from quantum mechanics.

So people should really stop saying "you can't trust the internet". Before the internet, did people say "You can't trust the library", and even before that "Don't trust anything"?

This is detrimental and an impediment to the growth and locomotion of knowledge. This very attitude is killing the quest for knowledge. Eventually, the human race is going to wallow around saying "could be." instead of "yes" or "no".

And if that time comes during my lifetime, I really wouldn't mind killing a lot of people. At all.
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-Joe

Lost @ 6:22 PM

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Yes, it is a curling iron. I would trust a girl to know her hair products, I guess =)

So anyway, here, as promised, I give you the internet!
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Although why it has such a suggestive shape is beyond me. There are brilliant, brilliant, engineers, that could make a curling iron look more like a hair implement than another kind of implement.

... And that is all for today. For now. I may come back and lengthen this post later.

And I am back. It took me that long to get through 2 reports and part of a German assignment. I blame it mostly on the fact that I totally owned myself this morning.

So there I was, loading wet clothes into the drier, when I rammed my thumb straight into a chunk of very hard stuff. Like metal. Immediately, I recoiled in pain, falling to the floor. It was only my thumb, but really, I hit that chunk of metal really fast. I was bleeding under my fingernail. I think I was bleeding, or maybe it was just some very fast bruise formation. The upper half of my thumbnail turned a dark mix of red and blue, and mind you, it hurt. A lot.

So anyway, after a few minutes of groaning, I got up and uh, tested, my injury. It seemed fine. Some bleeding, apparently, but no broken nail, nothing shoved where there shouldn't be anything. Still, I am unable to apply pressure to my thumb in any way that presses the fleshy part of it against the nail. At least, without it hurting excruciatingly.

Which basically renders me incapable of writing with a pen. This is the most screwy thing ever. I can't write. And not being able to write sucks, especially when you planned to do some writing. With a pen.

Not that it matters, of course because I seem to have lost my pen. Curses! First my entire pencil case, and now this? Arrgghhhh. That pen brought me through the O' Levels. And I had it with me my entire stay at AJ. And I used it a lot. To write, to draw... I have entire, A4 page-sized doodles drawn with that pen. Okay, so it was a different ink, but the pen. The rubber grip on that pen was so exceptionally nice and soft, and smooth. When I use other people's G2s they all just feel wrong.

Sigh. I will start anew tomorrow, then. Hopefully I'll be able to write by then.
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-Joe

Lost @ 11:47 AM


Oh sheez, it's already one in the morning. I said that I would sleep early tonight, but I ended up playing Hexic with Rachel. Because she seems to have discovered Windows Live or something. I figure that if I don't post tonight, I'll post tomorrow, and procrastinate. I don't want to procrastinate any more, because it is really important that I get through these CTs(however simple or disappointing they might turn out to be) with awesome, kick-ass grades.

Anyway, I've just spent four days in KL, Malaysia, during which I did a few things. I followed people around drearily, while they shopped. I tried teaching my cousin how to cube. It turns out that she's not really supportive when it comes to classifying 85% of the world as Biofuel. I followed people around shopping malls some more, dropped off to Borders a couple of times, during which I managed to read some of Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchet's Good Omens. I must say, it really is a delightful text. Pity that I hardly got anywhere with it, because I did not have a lot of time to read.

(Ironically, because I remember trudging around with my family for hours and hours, making up fight scenes in my head)
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Sort of like that, but with people having superpowers instead.

Anyway, the nights were spent watching DVDs that my dad bought. For some reason, we ended up seeing three movies over the course of four days, that all had similar themes, and lots of kissing scenes. It was probably because we were avoiding the other genre that my father bought, being horror.

By the way, Pulse is a horrible movie.

In any case, it seems like romance flicks are just filled, packed, with subplots and subplots of subplots. And the thing is that none of the subplots really connect with one another other than that they all stem from the main plot. Which doesn't really exist. It's more of a main plot device. This, is particularly irksome as the movies just tend to drag rather long, without coming to a satisfying or enjoyable conclusion.
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And then we got donuts for our fathers.

Using their money. Argh.

I hardly made any headway with either of the books that I brought along. I don't suppose that I can hope to finish Origin before next week. Cursed tests. So that means that Guns, Germs, and Steel(Thank you, Hongjie) will have to wait for later.

So then. I have a message to all my friends in the same course as I am, or have Microbiology modules. I am on a mission to compile the entire syllabus into an easy to read and grammatically correct... Book. Or rather, a text file, for now. This, supposedly, is going to help us to study more effectively, and feel like we're actually learning things from a text, rather than from the words of someone's mouth. I figure that I cannot do this on my own, not before our common test next week, so I seek your help. As of now, I have covered the biochemical tests, the various other methods of identification, and the prokaryotic cell wall. I am not asking anyone to actually create anything. Rather, I just want to let you know, so that I may obtain feedback on what I have done so far. To fill in missing information, or to correct inaccuracies. I am not infallible, so yeah.

And, that is pretty much all. Time to get to bed, so that I may be sufficiently rested to design electromagnet-pants.

I mean, to study and finish up those buggering chemistry reports.

I ask you, what is this? I saw it in a shop.
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Person who gets it right wins the internet.

-Joe

Lost @ 12:54 AM

Thursday, June 12, 2008

And then there are those nights where you just can't sleep, and play video games instead. Those can be pretty fun. What is more fun, is when you're not the only one shooting aliens in the dark. Being allowed to use excessive amounts of expletives and various creative ways of cursing people certainly adds a lot to the experience.

Yep, so I'm back from our class gathering. While the sanitation may not have been entirely up to my standards, or that the barbecue pit was pathetically small, I certainly had quite a bit of fun the past couple of days. In any case, it was rather eventful.

Upon locating our food vendor, I discovered that food can be amazingly dense. When densely packed. Ahead of me was a three hundred metre walk or so, carrying very heavy food in bags whose straps seemed to have been designed to give me rope burn. The straps, were literally ropes. Thin, hard ropes that dug into my palms and the bases of my fingers the entire way back, until Shaun so kindly offered to switch loads with me. Yeah, he was carrying a tray of dry noodles, while I was lugging a bunch of what could have been inside the Witch King's mace.

At least the chicken wings were nice.

Later that night, Hongjie arrived, and we immediately got to setting stuff on fire. I convinced my classmates that we were doing an experiment. Which was true. How well does leaf litter burn? As it turns out, not very well. It took us several attempts to get an appreciable fire going, and even then it did not last very long. We tried several things, including adding butter to some leaves, to see what would happen. Eventually, I decided that corn is a fun thing to burn.

So we stuck part of a small cob into our leaf-litter flame. Nothing really interesting happened for a while, until the relative quiet of the night was pierced by a loud popping noise. Yes, we had succeeded in making popcorn. One piece of popcorn, to be exact. Spurred by this, we continued to try to keep the fire going, in hope of achieving a greater volume of popcorn. This popcorn, while probably inedible(given that we were making it on the floor) would serve as an interesting item.

Unfortunately, three sparse pops later, the smoke was getting a bit too thick. We abandoned the idea and left to purchase some sparklers.

Fwoom.

I had not expected to be part of a pyrotechnic showcase that night. Fire fire fire fire fire.

Out of sheer devotion to creating a sign in the floor, using sparklers, I forgot to get food for Hongjie. I was about to reserve some satay for him, but then the skies... Did not darken. They couldn't get darker. It was night. Anyway, it rained. A lot. On our way out to Burger King, we ended up going in circles because neither of us could see ten metres in front of us. This was made worse by the fact that our spectacles, becoming splattered with rain, made it just about impossible to see anything that wasn't a pair of rain-splattered spectacles. One inside-out umbrella, and a couple of pairs of sodden shoes later, we managed to get out of the area so that he could go home.

The next day was spent slacking off. In a very conventional manner. We watched the extended version of Return of the King for the entirety of the afternoon. Stuff happened. There isn't really a lot to say here other than that there were a lot of things said, that could mean very different things in separate contexts.

Which was pretty much the best thing about the gathering. It was nice, to be able to get back with my old classmates and joke about the things we used to entertain ourselves in class. I ended up playing Halo 2 co-op with Leonard and Daniel, and there was a lot of damning each other to having the Teletubbies being imprinted on each other's retinas. No, seriously, what other form of psychological attack could be more deadly? Progress through the game, however, was slow, because a certain person kept killing me for fun. And then another certain person would get into a tank and blast the first certain person in the face. For fun. Each action was accompanied by liberal usage of "****!You *******!" with a deeply satisfying amount of laughter.

All in all, a very fun time. Just need to work out the bills. That'll have to be done next week, since tomorrow I'm off to Malaysia! Where I have no idea what to do. What does a guy like me do in KL?

Argh. I really should get to my notes. Whilst battling the urge to fire up some C&C3, or playing Bloxxors on Albino Blacksheep. But before that, a meme. Okay, so here are ten random facts about myself.

1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read yours.

1. I have a whole bunch of stuffed animals stashed in a variety of places all over my room. I used to play with them, in ways such as using them as targets for improvised paper-ball shooters. Those of them who have white eyes with painted-on black pupils look really freaky now, because they don't have pupils anymore.

2. I have 553 unread email messages. I ignore everything that isn't news. Because I have something deeply against those people who spread those "There is a kid with no arms, legs, liver, brain, and llamas. If you do not spread this email around, he will spontaneously mutate into a bear that shoots laser-beams out of its nipples, and then proceed to kill you" types. I also hate the ones that give very obviously false information like "drinking iced water will freeze the fats in your digestive system, causing it to clog up and fail."

3. In other words, I have a large dislike for bullshit.

4. In corridors where the light from the ceiling lamps is reflected off the concrete floor, I tend to watch the closest "bubble" of light on the floor, observe how it seems to grow and magically swoosh under my feet as I walk over it. At the same time, I would stare at the my shadows as they shrink, becoming smaller, but also darker, as I near each lamp. It's like watching someone get compressed.

5. In church, or anywhere else that I am similarly and inevitably bored, I imagine epic battles between various, nameless people. Through this, I have come up with some very interesting ways to destroy someone who has phasing abilities. I figure that if you stick a spike through his head while he is phased, and then kick him in the crotch, he would lose control over his phasing and unphase - with a spear still in his head.

6. I will clean my desk tomorrow. Oh wait, I'll be overseas tomorrow. So I'll clean it when I come back. When I come back, I will clean it the day after.

7. I truly believe that very abstract art is rubbish. You know, stuff that can be appropriately titled "Bunch of Lines", "Irregular Shapes", and "Little Kid's Vomit". And to think that people actually buy those things.

8. I have two voices in my head. They are both my voice, but slightly different. One of them always takes the side that brings me the most enjoyment in any situation. The other tries his best to come up with reasons why I should not do something. I generally listen to the first voice. However, when the second voice is more reasonable than the first, he suddenly changes his voice. Or maybe it's the other way round.

9. I want to learn how to add vibrato to my voice. Sometimes it seems to work, sometimes it doesn't. Usually it's more "wavy" than "vibrating".

10. Chocolate. I feel like eating chocolate, right now. Not the fancy, expensive kind. I mean the cheapo, probably-not-even-chocolate kind. Or maybe it's hazelnut cream that I am thinking of. But I'm pretty sure it's chocolate.

And so now, I am tagging Jeremy, Daniel, Sze Chuan, and Shaun. Write something. Here, look, you don't even need a topic for this one.

Oh, and why isn't "blog" considered a real English word yet? Or is it just that my Firefox dictionary is outdated?

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-Joe

Lost @ 3:21 PM

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Drop down, increase speed, and reverse direction!

That is probably the only command that the aliens from Space Invaders know. Space Invaders, as the name suggests, involves invaders. That are from space. You are some kind of weird tank-like vehicle, that has a barrel pointing directly upwards, as if it were designed specifically to shoot down targets from the sky. Also, your shells travel pretty slowly, and probably have their own propulsion devices. There's no other way that they can keep traveling against gravity at a constant speed.

The nice thing about Space Invaders is that it is simple enough to play for a while, before inevitably losing. A bunch of aliens/spaceships in a grid pattern magically appears above the Earth, moving left and right in a two-dimensional world, and dropping down slightly every time they hit walls that wouldn't be there in real life. They then start to move left or right faster, accompanied by a quickening of that repetitive electronic music. For each wave of Invaders that you fight of, you get one extra anti-air tank thing. If you are careful enough not to get hit by what appear to be identical cannon shells, and bolts of lightning, the number of extra lives you can accumulate is rather high. However, each successive wave spawns one step lower to the ground. And is also accordingly faster.
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Your cannon, is a peculiar thing. For some reason, you can only fire another round when your current shell has disappeared from the screen, either from hitting an Invader, or when it reaches the limit of the sky. This puts pressure on you to aim your shots right, or you would end up waiting the entire duration needed for your cannon shell to reach the end of the universe, leaving you unable to fight the ever descending Invaders. Thankfully, it is not too hard to gauge your shots, as the problem of distance is solved with the slow and constant speed of the Invaders' motion, while high speeds are solved by having a shorter distance.

Granted to you are a few armoured shields, which also happen to probably be like big blocks of concrete. The Invaders, being haters of big blocks of concrete, will tend to not care about your current location, and still shoot at the shields. They do not get repaired after each wave. This sucks, because they tend to help you to survive longer.

You fight and destroy wave after wave of weird looking aliens, that crap lightning bolts and other strange objects. The alien-dudes in the alien command centre realise that they should spawn their next fleet even closer to the ground. Eventually, they start out so close to the ground that you only have one chance to take out the first line.

Which I have yet to do. Instead, the aliens manage to land. As soon as that happens, you are automatically assimilated/disintegrated. No matter how many reserve tanks you had accumulated, they all turn to dust, and you lose the game. Makes you wonder why they didn't just add a laterally-oriented barrel to the tank.

But I guess that's what Metal Slug had in mind.

Anyway, today was awesome. We went book shopping, and spent many minutes looking through books on physics, biology, origami, astrology, and many more. I eventually located the book that I sought: The Origin of Species. It was about fifteen dollars, and Hongjie offered to pay for it, as a birthday present. Thanks again! Along with that, I also obtained a nice purple notebook, with a fancy velvet cover. All I need now is to learn how to write in proper cursive and I'm on my way to creating my own scientific journal.

With substantially more irrelevant doodles, of course, but those'll just be to keep it light.

After leaving Borders, we ended up in Sunny Bookstore, a little bookshop in a corner of Far East Plaza. There were really a lot of books. And a lot of fiction, and titles that I recognised. Much to Hongjie's delight, he was able to find Brave New World, and the Hitchhiker's series, which I spotted at the last moment before we paid up.

Man, I really should have used conditioner tonight. Hair is pricking my neck.

And it's time to stop procrastinating, because I am going to be very not free this holiday. Time to start compiling.
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-Joe

Lost @ 9:09 PM

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Woot. Weekend. Also, term break! Sort of, anyway.

There just isn't much difference between school term and break now, anyway. During school term I get to slack around, meet my friends, wake up late in the morning, wonder whether I should wear dark blue jeans or slightly-less-than-dark blue jeans. After which I realise that my jeans are too tight/loose and I spend the day complaining about an uncomfortable feeling in my crotch.

Then I wonder, does my size really vary that much? All my jeans seemed to fit perfectly when I bought them. Granted, I wasn't really happy during the buying process(because it basically involved me being dragged out shopping) so it is likely that I was not fully aware of what I was buying. So now the contents of my pockets vary according to how tight my jeans are.

The funny thing is, I feel that I've got a lot more things to do this break. Sure, they're not all school-related, but I finally feel like I could have a busy week. There's the chalet, and then there's the vacation to Malaysia, and then there's the bunch of reports that I have to do, and also the studying that needs to be done for the upcoming common tests. After which, hopefully, a gathering of the KI circle before everyone goes back to school.

Now, that common test thing is really an issue, because it's difficult to gauge the exact depth and complexity of information that is expected of us. I could go memorise intricate and detailed processes relating to carbohydrate transfer, citing examples and listing the appropriate enzymes, when all they could be asking for is "And then something happens!" Honestly, it's quite likely that they'll do that.

Not that it matters. I'm going to write everything I know. They can't penalise me. I won't be wrong.

Term break. Okay.

Writer's block. Tired.

So here's how we're going to end the world.

Now, first, we need a large amount of black stuff. Like soot, or paint. Paint probably isn't quite a good idea. It's heavy. And we need a lot of it. Enough to cover the entirety of the poles. Right now, the whiteness of our happy icecaps seems to be reflecting much of the sun's energy off them. It's something that comes with being white. So, currently, a large proportion of energy is bounced right back into space. Given that the atmosphere...might... Be thinner at the poles, global warming due to the greenhouse gas effect is on a lower scale.

So then, we cover Penguin Land and Santa's real-estate with black. Tell them that it's an experiment. So then what happens here, is that our newly-blackened poles stop reflecting radiation, and start absorbing it, thus greatly increasing the rate at which the temperature rises. Ice, as we know, happens to turn into water after warming up. Given that much of the ice is above sea-level, we can expect the ocean to go "Hey, I'm bigger now!"

Which then kills Venice.

Along with every other isolated, low-lying piece of land. Oh, and the whole rise-in-temperature thing is going to screw up that big belt of water and air and stuff that transfers energy around the seas. I completely forgot what it was called. It might have the word "Atlantic" in it. I'm not really sure what would happen to the global climate after this happens, but it's probably not going to be very nice.

Unless of course the only effect is a slight drop in temperature in isolated spots that I happen to live in. That would be really cool. Pun intended.

Alternatively, I'd like to know what would happen if for some reason, sea-levels fell. Maybe a bored trillionaire decided to eject the Indian Ocean into outer space. Or aliens came and decided that they needed a Pacific of water. Yes, they measure volume in "Pacifics". So, if the seas suddenly shrank, what would that mean? Would the global climate get messed up?

Assuming that nothing really bad happens, we might get more land to use. Me, not being a geologist or anything, cannot really say much about how current offshore soil would do for any form of construction.

Although we could just put steel under it.

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-Joe

Lost @ 8:24 PM

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Ha-appy birthday to me.

So anyway, I just watched Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. The thing is SPOILER ALERT there's this particular problem with the way the aliens look entirely like those Close Encounters of the Third Kind types. Except that they're made of crystal. Which doesn't make a lot of sense. Of course, you should never expect sense from an Indiana Jones movie. I mean, what with the magic and all. Still, aliens are just one thing that Indy should never encounter. I'm totally fine with big boxes that make people's faces melt off, magical invisible bridges, cups that grant people immortality.

And surviving a nuclear blast from inside a fridge. I don't care how thick the lead shielding was on that fridge. Also we're lead to believe that Indiana Jones has some sort of anti-getting-bashed-around-inside-a-lead-box shield.

In any case, Indy 4 was a very entertaining movie. Everything was so classic. At everything, I couldn't help but go "Hey, that was just like in Raiders/Crusade/Temple!" The stunts, the whip, the snide comments... Also the impossible absurdity of certain things was just brilliant.

The idea of aliens was fine. But the way the aliens were portrayed was just wrong. Oh well. I guess Spielberg wanted to pay homage to E.T.

Will buy soundtrack. Eventually.

Anyway, my grandmother gave me $20 bucks for my birthday. Awesome. I'm going to use it to buy The Origin of Species. The full name of the book was once On the Origin of Species, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle of Life. Quite a mouthful, do you not think?

Jeremy's just sent me Music of the Night. Version by some dude I've never heard of. Point is, that I now feeling like collecting all the original Phantom songs. All the versions I have now are instrumental compositions. So I've never actually known what was in the lyrics, other than a very bare recollection from the film that they let us watch in secondary school.

There is a slight problem though. The original versions are rather long, and difficult to memorise, because they don't have mind-sticking lyrics like Weird Al's songs. Still, this will not impede me, for I am a musician, and no song is too long to fit into my brain. Except the ones that are. But really, length is not the only factor. My ability to compress a song is affected by a combination of how interesting the song is, whether or not it sounds like it is composed by an idiot, and my other motivations for learning a song.

Hm. Oh well. I am now older, wiser, and more mature.

Well, at least, I am older. That has to count for something. (Yeah, one year closer to the inevitable decay of my meaty vessel).
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-Joe

Lost @ 9:58 PM

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Aggh. I feel slightly ill. I don't know why.

Maybe I at too much. Or too little. Either way, I've been procrastinating. Again. As usual.

Anyway, I'd like to make a point here, which is that people are sheep. Figurative sheep, of course, or I would have an over-abundance of lamb chops. They are sheep. They are herd animals. Human society is just comprised of many herds of sheep, all connected to the sheepternet. Sheepyvision, sheepdio, and sheepmail are the only reason that humans appear to be an organised, modern civilisation. The magnitude of the sheepiness of people is so large, so exsheeply sheepy, that the only thing that really separates humans from real sheep is that humans happen to eat real sheep.

I am, of course, trying to say that most people seem to lack the ability to form opinions that matter. Seventy percent of the people in an average lecture theatre do not have opinions that stretch beyond themselves and their own narrow existence. Instead, they are waiting for someone else, someone influential(disregarding the fact that he is a sheep) to come along and give them an opinion. What the opinion pertains to, is not important. Rather, the way it is presented and how well it fits into their sheepy minds without conflicting with other, previously formed(but no less sheepy) opinions.

It matters not that one opinion makes more sense than the other. All it matters is that they share the opinion of the majority. Like a hive mind, only less efficient and more herd-like, than hive-like. As the complexity of each unit increases, so should the entire body. Not in this case, as clearly, a point is eventually reached when each individual unit becomes so complex, that the hive mentality breaks down, turning a complex and efficient social body, into a bunch of sheep.

Thus, we find that while zero opinions contributes to buzzing competency and efficaciousness of a community, a pool of some relevant opinion merely turns it into a goddamn herd of cows. Or sheep. A raised level of awareness, however, allows the productivity of a community to rise inexorably, while still allowing people to retain their sense of individuality.

Until, of course, they form a department where they ask each other "Hey, have you ever wondered if we're all just hallucinating?"

Unfortunately, even people of such raised levels of awareness are still bound by the sheep-laws of biology. We're all part of a massive herd, and are therefore inclined to follow the majority. Try as we might, it is not entirely possible to be of completely independent thought, without being radical. Therefore, it is probably not such a good idea to try to turn the human race into a species of highly aware, thinking individuals. Instead, we should settle for a more energy efficient process; abandoning all sense of self, and working together towards a common goal.

The solution, to turn everyone into cyborgs. If we can't make people not-sheep, then we shall sift out those who are not afflicted with sheeptosis, and make them help the sheep to achieve a higher level of sheepiness. By removing their free will.

I probably shouldn't rule the world. Or should I?

In any case, it's going to happen. One way or another. Prepare to be assimilated.
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-Joe

Lost @ 8:41 PM

Monday, June 2, 2008

Ugh. Okay. I am just annoyed. Because my mom just doesn't ever stop. When she wants an argument, she just keeps going and going and going. And then she stops for a while. And then she continues. And I just shut up. Saying things has never helped.

So then she goes on and on and on. Eventually she accuses me of being angry at her. Typical. Yes, now I'm angry. If there's one thing that makes me angry, it's being accused of doing something that I did not. But I don't say anything. Talking to people who will refuse to listen never helped. Ever.

My mom happens to be someone who falls under that category. Whenever she has some pointless dispute amongst her... Group people? I don't even know what they're called. She would rant and rant in the car, constantly, annoyingly. Okay, I know, it's not like I don't rant either, but at least I also notice that at the end of it everyone is smiling and laughing. Not with my mom though. When she's mad she wants to make everyone around her feel miserable.

When my brother is in some conflict, she would lecture him about how he should avoid offending other people, and to forgive, and to compromise, and that he shouldn't go pick fights. And to avoid arguments. It's so hypocritical, it's frustrating. When she is annoyed, she lashes out, and constantly asks antagonising questions. Questions that cannot be answered other than with "It so happened that I was at this location at this particular moment of time. It also happened that something else happened at that particular moment of time." And so she won't be satisfied, because she's trying to put some blame on someone.

She just keeps at it, until her victim finally explodes in frustration. Then she accuses him of overreacting. When her victim does not explode, she then pretends that she was the one who was being victimised in the first place. Oh, and then she'll go tell other people(who, incidentally, usually don't give a damn anyway) and tries to get them to agree with her, that her victim is the one who is being unreasonable.

It's unbelievable. But what can I do? Nothing. That is why I do nothing. I don't talk, or respond, agree, or disagree.

I don't get it. What is wrong with people like her? Why, is it that when I have disagreements with other people, we just act angry at each other for a while, don't talk, but then completely forget about everything the next day? Maybe it's because we don't pursue the subject. Maybe it's because we aren't continually trying to place the blame on someone else, and that we are, in fact, willing to accept each other's faults and compromise. While avoiding conflict is impossible, it is in fact, very possible to stop the conflict from getting totally botched up. Something that my mom fails to do, every time.

Over the smallest of things.

There are reasons why I don't often have an opinion at home. It's because I know that there are people who will be intolerant of my ideas. People who act all high and mighty when discussing other people's shortcomings, while unknowingly falling into the same abyss during their times of trial. After you lick an electric fence once or twice, you probably wouldn't want to go near it again.

Hence the reason for my silence. And also explaining why I lack showmanship at home.

See? This is why people need video games. People inevitably get frustrated at one another. But people with video games get to vent their frustration on little men, burning them, while cackling maniacally. People who do not have a way to vent their frustration turn it adhesive. Latching on to other people. Pulling them down, into that crevice without a floor. All the while trying to appear to be in the light, to be the correct one.

I, however, have video games. So the spread of assholic-ness ends here.

Still, there really ought to be a way to stop being on the receiving end of this kind of attitude. A less violent alternative to my own ideas, Pastafarianism is a good way to begin.

It basically advocates not being an asshole.

Something which goes against the principles of many other religions.

His noodly appendage awaits.

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-Joe

Lost @ 6:25 PM