<?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-5720937035764040359</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:41:40.235+08:00</updated><category term='Personal Profile'/><category term='Things People Celebrate'/><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>The word that represents the world, and represents the world in one word.</title><subtitle type='html'>And now for the Entree.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720937035764040359.post-7694139669160606982</id><published>2010-09-28T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:47:55.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemy</title><content type='html'>Alchemy is the pinnacle of the reinassance and its sciences. In a way it represented the drawbridge between the mystical beliefs of the Europeans and the scientific method. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnitude of understanding alchemy was like trying to quantify and to measure magic. They search for the way to extend life and to turn lead to gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alchemy also captures the cosmic energy fromthe heavens; for instance using a flower to capture the energy from venus to ensure a good romantic life, venus being the goddess of love and the planet personifies her will and power. These artifacts imbued by the cosmic powers are called amulets, much like the balancing of yin and yang energy used in feng shui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alchemy and the modern times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I discuss here are not the alchemiesthat Faris had discussed. the alchemy oftoday consists of the two worlds; fiction and non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to fiction. Because fiction is much simpler to understand than non-fiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7694139669160606982?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7694139669160606982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7694139669160606982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7694139669160606982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7694139669160606982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/alchemy.html' title='Alchemy'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-5584448651427728200</id><published>2010-09-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:05:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six</title><content type='html'>i don't know anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-5584448651427728200?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/5584448651427728200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720937035764040359.post-7602850711876546273</id><published>2010-09-28T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:28:59.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cinq</title><content type='html'>seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7602850711876546273?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7602850711876546273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7602850711876546273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7602850711876546273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7602850711876546273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/cinq.html' title='cinq'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-1799489689299317173</id><published>2010-09-28T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:28:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuatre</title><content type='html'>getting lazy since the beginning of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1799489689299317173?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1799489689299317173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1799489689299317173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1799489689299317173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1799489689299317173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/cuatre.html' title='cuatre'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-7400617755969755455</id><published>2010-09-28T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:28:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trois</title><content type='html'>sometimes to see more you need to see less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7400617755969755455?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7400617755969755455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720937035764040359.post-2005791552601145410</id><published>2010-09-28T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:27:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deux</title><content type='html'>taking a deuce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-2005791552601145410?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2005791552601145410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=2005791552601145410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2005791552601145410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2005791552601145410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/deux.html' title='deux'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-6917030840819848461</id><published>2010-09-28T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:27:14.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so we shall start again.</title><content type='html'>The apparent need for a structure in work requires metocreate ten blogs which i have not touch since forever. Forgive me but the state of madness and realising that the world is but a swill of colours flushing down the toilet bowl of life can be lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the fact that I was in japan for a week did not help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ten that I will be discussing may not come into fruition by today, but there are still other posts made last year or the year before tha tmay constitute in the final ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the firstof many to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words: bump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-6917030840819848461?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6917030840819848461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=6917030840819848461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6917030840819848461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6917030840819848461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-so-we-shall-start-again.html' title='And so we shall start again.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-8080853234658651181</id><published>2010-09-28T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:11:09.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The madness is spreading</title><content type='html'>Hi Folks, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a very quick note I need you to pay attention to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your final top ten blog entries SHOULD include the contents of the very last set of instructions (Part 1 and 2 - see below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I want the Alchemy reflections from Faris' Lecture (Part 1), and you MUST have the final reflections on what you learned this SEM (Part 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a series of submissions that just gave me their top ten entries,  but didn't give me the Part 1 and 2 I mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please finish these up no later than Tue (next week), as these final reflections are really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun Ying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-8080853234658651181?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8080853234658651181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=8080853234658651181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/8080853234658651181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/8080853234658651181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/09/madness-is-spreading.html' title='The madness is spreading'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-1013204786610359625</id><published>2010-06-16T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:57:59.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb is bmud.</title><content type='html'>Why is it that a chicken rice at a hawker centre costs $3.00 whereas one at a restaurant costs $15.00?&lt;br /&gt;Even so when the chicken rice from the hawker centre tastes better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that a game developed independently costs not even $10 whereas a game from a well-established company costs $60++?&lt;br /&gt;Even so when the indie game is more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the decorations? Is it mere advertisement? Is it marketing? Is it visuals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people so hedonistic as to merely judge a chicken rice from where it is bought? Are people so thoughtless as to merely buy a game just because it comes from a AAA game company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people so thralled so as to believe that the iPhone 4 revolutionises the telecom industry? when all it does is just the same, only with more sugar coating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people so dumb so as to judge a girl by the size of her boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people so dumb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1013204786610359625?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1013204786610359625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1013204786610359625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1013204786610359625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1013204786610359625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/06/dumb-is-bmud.html' title='Dumb is bmud.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-3254323487859244172</id><published>2010-05-28T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:03:54.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Review</title><content type='html'>LIT REVIEW 1: Edward De Bono's Po: beyond yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward de Bono's idea is that utilizing the word "Po", we can actually make a random unconnected word into an idea. For example, Po Raisin. This will evoke the idea for raisins, for example if there is a problem such as how to study, and raisin will actually give an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, seeing that raisins are small but alot are in a packet, you can solve a problem with studyinmg by studying in shorter hours but many times a day instead of studying a long stretch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIT REVIEW 2: Lateral and Parallel Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;This is another of his more popular ideas.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.edwdebono.com/debono/lateral.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lateral thinking is thinking whereby you change your preconcepts to be able to solve problems. This is then processed in order to solve problems.&lt;br /&gt;Parallel thinking is thinking where by everyone tries to solve a problem by thinking differently from the others in a group but not necessarily against the others. However thinking occurs in the same direction, whereby all are trying to solve the problem, but neither aggre or disagree to either parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-3254323487859244172?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3254323487859244172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=3254323487859244172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/3254323487859244172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/3254323487859244172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/literature-review.html' title='Literature Review'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-8225606036418606699</id><published>2010-05-28T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:27:39.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Lost The Game.</title><content type='html'>-Do another Deep Doodle showing your Hero's Journey so far ... incorporate the monsters of confusion, the deep unknown, information overload, and time-crunchers, etc. Invent your own mythology. What weapons or resources does the hero need to overcome these monsters...? What's the road ahead ... perhaps you need to map it out ... like a treasure map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_-Mdt8KxkI/AAAAAAAAABU/zcWbxGyKlAQ/s1600/hero+of+a+thousand+faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_-Mdt8KxkI/AAAAAAAAABU/zcWbxGyKlAQ/s400/hero+of+a+thousand+faces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476250114081867330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for my shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately my shotgun is still in 9 months into the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-8225606036418606699?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8225606036418606699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=8225606036418606699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/8225606036418606699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/8225606036418606699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-just-lost-game.html' title='You Just Lost The Game.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_-Mdt8KxkI/AAAAAAAAABU/zcWbxGyKlAQ/s72-c/hero+of+a+thousand+faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720937035764040359.post-4549781539452817625</id><published>2010-05-28T16:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:24:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraman Tiga.</title><content type='html'>-Do a Deep Doodle showing your idea of what the HTI2 Game is all about (hint: imagine the HTI2 module as a game, and think of what the objective of this class is. Show how one would score points, and what are the basic processes of the "gameplay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_98_B4-xWI/AAAAAAAAABE/5QZXKjFUrZ0/s1600/ideal+hti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_98_B4-xWI/AAAAAAAAABE/5QZXKjFUrZ0/s400/ideal+hti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476233094186845538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the game is about shooting mun ying (YES YOU) with as many homework as you can. To score points you have to shoot mun ying with more homework. But this is not happening in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_99FbLL7MI/AAAAAAAAABM/8yJbX6omp2E/s1600/true+hti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_99FbLL7MI/AAAAAAAAABM/8yJbX6omp2E/s400/true+hti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476233204053306562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-4549781539452817625?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4549781539452817625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=4549781539452817625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4549781539452817625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4549781539452817625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/ultraman-tiga.html' title='Ultraman Tiga.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/S_98_B4-xWI/AAAAAAAAABE/5QZXKjFUrZ0/s72-c/ideal+hti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720937035764040359.post-2340387290144067150</id><published>2010-05-20T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:17:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh god im so behind my work. Mun ying if you are actually reading please say hi</title><content type='html'>Group Homework&lt;br /&gt;f. Research on the Internet – at least 5 web-articles on the creative process (include several scientific papers focusing on creativity. Provide me a literature review of what your group has learned about the creative process, with a proper reference list. More ambitious groups could consolidate 5 articles for each member for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. Group leaders of the studio projects – please email me the general information about your studio group’s project and progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. Do a Deep Doodle showing your idea of what the HTI2 Game is all about (hint: imagine the HTI2 module as a game, and think of what the objective of this class is. Show how one would score points, and what are the basic processes of the "gameplay".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. Do another Deep Doodle showing your Hero's Journey so far ... incorporate the monsters of confusion, the deep unknown, information overload, and time-crunchers, etc. Invent your own mythology. What weapons or resources does the hero need to overcome these monsters...? What's the road ahead ... perhaps you need to map it out ... like a treasure map.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-2340387290144067150?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2340387290144067150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=2340387290144067150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2340387290144067150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2340387290144067150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-god-im-so-behind-my-work-mun-ying-if.html' title='oh god im so behind my work. Mun ying if you are actually reading please say hi'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-1169188065319185132</id><published>2010-05-20T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:16:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still lazy</title><content type='html'>Individual Task: Firstly, you are to draw a deep doodle to reflect on “where you are in your life currently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, focus on your Group Studio Game Project, showing your progress with it, your opinions, emotions about it, and also your concerns about your group members. Consider the tasks you have left to do, and draw out representations of the roles you need to play: Represent all this in a deep doodle and also as a series of steps you can take to complete them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Task: Use either von Oech’s WOSH or de Bono’s Six Thinking Hats methods, or a combination of these methods shown to you before for this exercise—to analyse your project creatively and critically. Next, try to role-play these particular creative roles, focusing your mind, then immersing yourself in the roles sequentially as appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1169188065319185132?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1169188065319185132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1169188065319185132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1169188065319185132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1169188065319185132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-lazy.html' title='Im still lazy'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-7194960954184917473</id><published>2010-05-20T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:14:34.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reference (cause im lazy to go to esp again)</title><content type='html'>The Idea of an Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to school! To start off let's get you to reflect on some basic things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection 1: on A4 Paper/notebook, reflect on what you have learned in your year one in general, and in your HTI1 Module specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Draw a Deep Doodle reflecting on what you have learned and gained over the last year, and what your goals and expectations are for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Illustrate your own definition of a "Game" and what significance they have to society in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Briefly introduce yourself to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;Hand these journal reflections to your classrep and to me by Mid week (next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection 2: The Idea of an Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Define and deconstruct the idea of an idea, using the questions below as starting prompts. Please come up with your own definition, based on real life examples where appropriate. (100+ words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) What is the connection between i)  idea and knowledge, and ii) idea and creativity? (100+ words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) How would you know if an idea will be a "good" idea or a "bad" idea? What's your criteria for this judgement? Explain. (50 + words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Also come up with a visual representation/concept (based on your deep doodles) of your idea-discussion and hand it in along with idea definition. (1000 words? :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should do some online and off-line research--sample several sources (at least 5) so that you get a good sampling of ideas about what ideas are. Ultimately what is your own personal definition of an idea?--that's what I am interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please submit your thoughts by Fri, 30 April, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some question/prompts to get you started: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an idea, really? Define it if you dare, but not with a dictionary definition. &lt;br /&gt;How does an idea exist, or come into being? What is the ontology or the "existential status" of an idea? Do ideas actually exist? &lt;br /&gt;What is an idea made of? What is the context surrounding an idea's genesis? &lt;br /&gt;How is an idea conceived? How is it transmitted? &lt;br /&gt;Is an idea Real? Is it material or ideal? Why does this matter? &lt;br /&gt;When does an Idea become dangerous? How do ideas help us, and hinder us? What happens when different ideas clash?&lt;br /&gt;Come up with your own conception/theory of idea--explaining its purpose in this world, based on your experiences in generating and using ideas for your games creation. In what way can you better collect, organise, combine, utilise and deploy ideas to help yourself to create better games? Are game ideas different from "normal" ideas? Explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7194960954184917473?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7194960954184917473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7194960954184917473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7194960954184917473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7194960954184917473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/reference-cause-im-lazy-to-go-to-esp.html' title='Reference (cause im lazy to go to esp again)'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-4692994338761437833</id><published>2010-05-19T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:55:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so</title><content type='html'>My Homework Shall Reign!&lt;br /&gt;Others Shall Fall!&lt;br /&gt;And From the Ashes They Shall Be My Homework!&lt;br /&gt;And From My Homework They Will Spawn The Others!&lt;br /&gt;And From The Others Shall Start The Reign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain shall never Fall&lt;br /&gt;The Reign shall never start&lt;br /&gt;The Start shall never Stop&lt;br /&gt;The Heart shall never beat&lt;br /&gt;The Soul shall never rest&lt;br /&gt;The sea shall never land&lt;br /&gt;The sun shall never rise&lt;br /&gt;The Moon shall never shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of it all Only One is absolute.&lt;br /&gt;Only One.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;La Una.&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!111111oneoneone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-4692994338761437833?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4692994338761437833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=4692994338761437833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4692994338761437833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4692994338761437833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-homework-shall-reign-others-shall.html' title='And so'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-6176841194206338311</id><published>2010-04-28T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:08:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sch Stuff Lah.</title><content type='html'>this blog is now use for the sai kang of History and Theory of Ideas II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE AND GO STARDBAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-6176841194206338311?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6176841194206338311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=6176841194206338311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6176841194206338311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6176841194206338311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2010/04/sch-stuff-lah.html' title='Sch Stuff Lah.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-4009663894650942244</id><published>2009-05-24T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:52:47.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From SP Astro</title><content type='html'>Well I went to the SP Astro camp... it was cool. I met a few friends there and well we went to play icebreaker games (bleh played too much in my life already.) Then intro to SP astro. so yah. Then we learnt how to set up a telescope. Well too bad no pics cuz i dont have a cam. But I swear on my life that i did these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how to set up a tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Set up tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fix mount on tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. put the Counterweight below the mount. (this makes sure the telescope didnt drop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. put the telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. put the finder in (its a smaller telescope that u use to find stuff to look at before zooming in with the big one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Put eyepiece and diagonal thingy on to the telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you keep adjusting the counterweight until you feel like dying to ensure that the moments of the telescope and the counterweight are the same about the pivot (principle of moments) or else the telescope wil start swinging when you wanna see stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got nightwalk. Sucks. Lights are still on when got nightwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scary" movie watch chucky nia. so bored i went to the stadium with some of the alumni guys to see stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is the fun part. I managed to see Scorpius (Scorpius rising this time of the year, with Orion setting) and Jupiter. I saw Jupiter's rings and the orange- yellow stripes. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go sleep then next day do blabla shit. I waited for the night observation. Then dandan say not many people want to do the observation. So sad. then go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-4009663894650942244?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4009663894650942244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=4009663894650942244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4009663894650942244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4009663894650942244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-from-sp-astro.html' title='Back From SP Astro'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-2270175035171136528</id><published>2009-05-14T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:53:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmology &amp; the wisdom of order.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To look up upon the heavens is a previlige that man has. Whenever we look up at night, we see stars. however, what actually are they? Are they the giant balls of gases that science has told us? Or is it actually the embodiments of the divine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosmoi. Logoi. This is what cosmology is all about. The search for meaning in the embodiment of the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we study Kosmoi, we should also study about Phusis. Phusis in ancient philosophy is the idea that nature is alive. Everything is embodied under phusis. Humans are controlled by phusis. Animals. Plants. The Earth. the phusis was revered. People respected nature, even revered it. And on top of the Phusis is the ever-present Kosmoi that seem to control the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB(f)C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-2270175035171136528?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2270175035171136528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=2270175035171136528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2270175035171136528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2270175035171136528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/05/cosmology-wisdom-of-order.html' title='Cosmology &amp; the wisdom of order.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-6149268110004592771</id><published>2009-03-11T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:05:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New story!</title><content type='html'>"Mornin' sunshine," Captain Richards said sardonically. "Got a good nighter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever," Keith said, eyes still closed. "There's no morning or night in space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but we still got a bloody clock and it's 8. Most of the crew is up at 5 already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not some crew member. I'm a Planetary Researcher. Not some deck swabber you can boss around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well we're on the third bloody rock in the Bootes Alpha system. So earn your grub." Captain finally grunted, leaving the room and the door automatically closed with a swish-thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Draconis&lt;/span&gt; is a Sigma class frigate ship, one almost fifty years old and has seen better days. The door did not thud after swishing and the FTL drive was barely held together with generous amounts of duct tape. Of course it was still shiny and looked clean, because the captain hates it when his ship had even a single dirt. The ship was scheduled for decommissioning but Captain Thomas Richards wanted to retire from the Cosmic Service and bought the ship with his life savings because he "always loved to fly". Now his ship is just a taxi to ferry people from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, kid. you ready to take some rocks home? Heh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-6149268110004592771?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6149268110004592771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=6149268110004592771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6149268110004592771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6149268110004592771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-story.html' title='New story!'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-6464834856113134695</id><published>2009-03-04T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:08:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>All pray for me to get the IIS scholarship... I really wanna go to SP for free and I really wanna go to Carnegie Mellon University... for my masters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe so yeah. wish me luck in getting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-6464834856113134695?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6464834856113134695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=6464834856113134695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6464834856113134695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6464834856113134695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehe.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-4484857787823489136</id><published>2009-02-25T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:23:44.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hi :D</title><content type='html'>so hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored and I am going poly. haha. So anyway I went Suntec last friday, to go to a talk about IIS. Well i met Sky and Yin liang so yeah. I did my pre enrolment stuff and gonna go to the bank tomorrow to pay like a thousand bucks to the bank because well poly fees. Poly is damn ex. and that includes the grant. If no grant then have to pay 7k SGD. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they also have tuition loan and Mendaki to help reduce cost but mendaki was so evil to me and tuition loan means that I go poly now and pay later, in the end I still have to pay MORE since they have interest. Need to squeeze brain juice later to apply for IIS scholarship. If i get it then i'll be an IDA "Scholar". haha all my frens at sec sch will laugh at me. Already my dad is disturbing me by calling me "scholar". lolssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bye since my brain was left in school and i didn't go to school because i dont go to one anymore till april.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-4484857787823489136?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4484857787823489136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=4484857787823489136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4484857787823489136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4484857787823489136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-hi-d.html' title='Well hi :D'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-2776552603567016906</id><published>2009-01-03T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:16:54.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new Gregorian and Hijrian but not Julian Year</title><content type='html'>Well happy belated new year. Basically yeah today is 3 Jan and 6 Muharam. Julian year is also in january but it has a wrong leap year. Instead of 29 Feb every 4 years they had one every 3 years so it was abolished and  people use Gregorian. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. I was wondering if people watched the making of the countdown 2008 at marina. The fireworks were nice yes? I only saw those on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically changed the blogskin because it was old. Thought the emotes looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I learned to mod PSPs. Basically what you need is a pandora battery and a magic memory stick. Dont ask me why their names are so but some people  (the geek devs who made them) named em so. So if ur psp bricked u can ask me to help you and it will cost a buck (well the batt costed me 20 bucks) All that and I dont have a psp. Well i currently possess one but I don't own it. It's my cousin's. Gonna return it tomorrow. So yeah. There goes my pandora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had nothing to do after the O's so basically I stayed home and watch Bleach from episode 1-200. I also managed to clean my room halfway and I feel so sad. I wanna find a job. Not that I need the money but just that I want to learn something new. Just as Robert Kiyosaki said. Don't work for money, work for the experience. And he also said that let the money work for you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I had a fully restfull holiday. Still at 90+kg(hovering at 89-92) and plan on losing wait but never did. I guess I never worked hard to lose some weight. Begged my dad for a bike but all he said was "Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicycle!" HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpy4xNAnWzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpy4xNAnWzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-2776552603567016906?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/2776552603567016906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=2776552603567016906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2776552603567016906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/2776552603567016906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-gregorian-and-hijrian-but-not.html' title='Happy new Gregorian and Hijrian but not Julian Year'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-1557435832274226582</id><published>2008-11-12T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:34:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>the consumerist world is falling. Everyone is not happy. Where is the happiness in luxury from capitalism?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1557435832274226582?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1557435832274226582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1557435832274226582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1557435832274226582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1557435832274226582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-7894448375044508224</id><published>2008-11-11T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:02:27.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no cake</title><content type='html'>No cake no present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is now 1 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7894448375044508224?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7894448375044508224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7894448375044508224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7894448375044508224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7894448375044508224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-cake.html' title='no cake'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-3910627217360757526</id><published>2008-08-07T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:27:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/SJrqCziVa2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dc-BJ-w5sOw/s1600-h/FindX.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231751251059108706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/SJrqCziVa2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dc-BJ-w5sOw/s400/FindX.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-3910627217360757526?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3910627217360757526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=3910627217360757526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/3910627217360757526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/3910627217360757526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/08/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQCxc2Yt6Vw/SJrqCziVa2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dc-BJ-w5sOw/s72-c/FindX.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720937035764040359.post-1420384155965995323</id><published>2008-07-12T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:59:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>Hi guys I changed song. Thought white and nerdy became abit dull and my father showed me this nice song. Cool actually. Tubular bells. This guy knows his bells well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he may not. After all the brain is an enigma. Try and find out how a part works you stumble upon a few more questions. Have you ever wondered if you really use 10% of your brain at each time? I'm not sure really; the brain is after all an enigma. I think our brain works in our human bodies' constraints. Go too far and you'd go mad. Don't use it enough and you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Some people dont understand the difference between your and you're. Lets go through some english lessons. Your is used then it refers to simething you own or have. Your duck. Your ball. Your head. Your foot. "Your a piece of shit!" is wrong because it refers to a piece of shit that belongs to you. If you wanna call someone a piece of shit, its "You're a piece of shit!!" This is because you're means you are. You are a man. You are clever. You are stupid. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand? Now don't go around saying your when you mean you're. I guess its because the internet has taken its toll on English grammar. ur a chicken. ur chicken is dying. and so on. Internethization of language. ko bleh pgi blah sudah. Ape tu ko? Bahasa Jepun? Jepun aku rasa pun takde ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA LEARN C++!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1420384155965995323?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1420384155965995323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1420384155965995323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1420384155965995323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1420384155965995323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-8361613215072920394</id><published>2008-06-11T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:37:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shakespeare's famous poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players;&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances;&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,&lt;br /&gt;Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;&lt;br /&gt;And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel&lt;br /&gt;And shining morning face, creeping like snail&lt;br /&gt;Unwillingly to school.&lt;br /&gt; And then the lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad&lt;br /&gt;Made to his mistress' eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;Then a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the bubble reputation&lt;br /&gt;Even in the cannon's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;And then the justice,&lt;br /&gt;In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,&lt;br /&gt;Full of wise saws and modern instances;&lt;br /&gt;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts&lt;br /&gt;Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,&lt;br /&gt;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;&lt;br /&gt;His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide&lt;br /&gt;For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,&lt;br /&gt;Turning again toward childish treble, pipes&lt;br /&gt;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,&lt;br /&gt;That ends this strange eventful history,&lt;br /&gt;Is second childishness and mere oblivion;&lt;br /&gt;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."&lt;br /&gt; — Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh how all's well that ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-8361613215072920394?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/8361613215072920394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=8361613215072920394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/8361613215072920394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/8361613215072920394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/06/shakespeares-famous-poem-all-worlds.html' title=''/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-7878705373804304208</id><published>2008-05-17T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:16:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post dalam bahasa melayu.</title><content type='html'>Selamat petabg tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Saya takde kerja dan sekarang sedang menulis entah ape benda lah. jadi aku nak cakap pasal benda tak betul lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWAK TAK BETUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU TAK BETUL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7878705373804304208?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7878705373804304208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7878705373804304208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7878705373804304208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7878705373804304208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-dalam-bahasa-melayu.html' title='Post dalam bahasa melayu.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-1217327635448117806</id><published>2008-05-16T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:53:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence, Make Way For Education.</title><content type='html'>As stated above, people no longer seek knowledge. Why? Knowledge does not feed hungry children? too lazy? no time? too stupid? brain overdrive? People have no desire to seek knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that knowledge=/= education.  Lotta sec 4 friends tell me im smart, intelligent etc etc. ok well thats maybe an overexaggeration of what they say or maybe theyre being sour-graped over their Chemistry scores that I scored an A and they scored a B. Oh never mind. But the reason they say that is precisely what i'm writing about today. People do not desire education. oh wait. let me correct that. (takes eraser and rubs that sentence off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start again. People do not desire KNOWLEDGE. They desire a piece of paper which they call it EDUCATION.  (ok I got that right) I say that paper is shit. (oops strong word. rating NC15) But don't throw it away if you want a job. your prospecting boss will wanna see that toilet paper and compare it with his. So unless you wanna be unemployed but smart, then DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply because that toilet paper tells you your grades. What are grades? some numbers you got in doing an hour-long worksheet called "a rest". no. I mean a test. My fingers need retiring. bleah. So what do you write in this hour-long worksheet? answers to questions your teacher knows the answers to. Unfortunately this episode will bring a sort of euphoria to your prospecting job interview since as I said, the boss wanna see ur toilet paper. therefore you wanna have a nice tiolet paper full of As and not Bs or Cs. Since there are THOUSANDS of people waiting to get a job and hoping that their toilet paper with that nice letter B will land them on the job they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, in-betweeners, neithers and all humans and alien life-forms alike. Well maybe not the alien life-forms because they may practice communism or Marxism or whatever but nevermind about that. This Is The Reason You've Been Waiting For. Education is about tests. Teachers feed into your consciousness and sub-consciousness on how rivers form. how that collision theory in chemistry on how certain substances react. how how how. no why why why. (yyy no coin? lol.) Teachers teach. actually they are more of educators since they educate. By teaching. you learn more about life. By educating, they EDUCATE you more about life in THEIR PERSPECTIVE. Why must atoms move? Why are they even atoms? why are they called atoms? why is an atom and atom and not a mota? Why do chickens lay eggs? why don't eggs lay chickens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about perception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1217327635448117806?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1217327635448117806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1217327635448117806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1217327635448117806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1217327635448117806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/05/intelligence-make-way-for-education.html' title='Intelligence, Make Way For Education.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-1325986253036894497</id><published>2008-05-10T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:45:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01001011000110010101010011</title><content type='html'>010100100101001 00100101001 0000100100101 0000011111 0010000 001110101010 010100101 000101010. 000101010010 000101010010 10010100100110 001010010 0101001001 10100101010101. 001001001 0010001011111 00001001010 0101010010101 001011 001010100 101001010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;000101000100101001 010010100101 010010001000010 010100101001010. 01001010100101010 10010010000010111011 1101001010100101010010100101 010100101.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-1325986253036894497?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/1325986253036894497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=1325986253036894497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1325986253036894497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/1325986253036894497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/05/01001011000110010101010011.html' title='01001011000110010101010011'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-7403091906623704688</id><published>2008-03-20T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:06:19.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog in Comatose.</title><content type='html'>Good day to all. I am proud to announce that i am alive and well, and still in a deep state of thought. Of course reality has to come to me and it has come in the form of a GCE-O Cambridge exam sledgehammer. Of course the sledgehammer is a metaphor, since i am still alive and well and not hit by a sledgehammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since realith is hitting hard on me, this will be the last (hopefully) post of the year. And i am going to talk about a wonderful subject abut chemistry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people in the urban jungle of the 1st world countries know what chemistry is. It is the third most boring subject in the whole of the school curriculum, after Geography and the much-dreaded history. Except that i happen to like geog alot and chemistry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is a derivative of alchemy, from the arabic word Al-khimiya. It is the study of matter, its properties, structure and more. It is what we see, what we feel, what we taste. Therefore it was an important subject with one big problem: Most people try to turn lead into gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the golden age of science, the old times. What is most intriguing is that this study was started since the cavemen times, when people try to think, "oogah oogah oogah?" or, translated as "what happened to the burnt piece of wood?" "did it dissapear?" Did the flame spirits take it away like the wise man said? or is it another thing entirely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this left the questions unanswered. The first human to ask this soon died, and thousand of years gone by, other humans died, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting to note is that it took humans thousands of years to discover a flat, round thingy that can turn. If you poke a hole it will spin! wow. by the way, for those who didnt know what i meant, it was the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it took much lesser time to discover the chariot, carriage, first car, first aeroplane and then first rocket, bla bla bla till what w are today. If you plot a graph to show the advances of mankind to time, it will be a curved graph, and exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how creative Man can be, to innovate new materials and inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Aristotle? He said that all things in life were made of four elements, Earth, Wind, Fire and water. Then another guy, Democritus said that if you cut something to half, quarter, eights, sixteenths and so on, you will get a thing which cannot be cut further, Atomos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had led to another branch of Science, Quantum physics (or newtonian physics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all the sciences are actually interconnecetd. "And they said that pure sciences were subjects"... There is NO PURE SCIENCE. Organic cheistry is part-biology. Kinetic theory of matter is part physics. electrolysis is part engineering. Molar concept is mathematics. Most of the things in science is so impure that to call a subject"pure" is totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows another thing: Humans like to categorise. This bla bla bla is called ABC. That is DEF. etc. However, in life there are no absolute things. Platypusses lay eggs even though they are mammals.  guppies give birth even though they are fishes. Every once in a while, youi have kids who have XXY genes. Life is full of mixtures that to look for order in chaos is making things more chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, chaos is good. Do not hate mess. Love it for being messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7403091906623704688?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7403091906623704688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7403091906623704688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7403091906623704688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7403091906623704688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-in-comatose.html' title='Blog in Comatose.'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-4112495540312071647</id><published>2008-01-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:09:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Douglas Adams (1952-2001)</title><content type='html'>I love this guy. He poses a real crazy philosophy on life in his book series (a trilogy of four) The Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who elso can write a book on an infinite improbability drive, on the worst poem read by vogons as the third worst ever read and English Tea(Arthur really needs one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it! Its good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh freddled gruntbuggly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thy micturations are to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As plurdled gabbleblotchits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a lurgid bee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Groop, I implore thee, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my foonting turlingdromes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hooptiously drangle me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With crinkly bindlewurdles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See if I don't!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;(brain half asleep with emptiness inside thinking about WHY THE HELL 42!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-4112495540312071647?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4112495540312071647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=4112495540312071647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4112495540312071647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4112495540312071647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/01/douglas-adams-1952-2001.html' title='Douglas Adams (1952-2001)'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-4215231705362448796</id><published>2008-01-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:40:28.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans And Monkeys</title><content type='html'>We are no different from monkeys and its not because of Darwin's theory. Here's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke from &lt;a href="http://www.humorbin.com/showitem.asp?item=138"&gt;http://www.humorbin.com/showitem.asp?item=138&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Start with a cage containing five apes. In the cage, hang a banana on a string and put stairs under it. Before long, an ape will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the &lt;a id="amzn_cl_link_0" href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000T65H30?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thehumorbin&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=384049&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000T65H30&amp;amp;adid=b9b23d67-8b89-4448-a5c7-0d811955010d" target="_blank"&gt;Banana&lt;/a&gt;. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all of the apes with cold water. After a while, another ape makes an attempt with the same result-all the apes are sprayed with cold water.&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the cold water.&lt;br /&gt;If, later, another ape tries to &lt;a id="amzn_cl_link_1" href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000S3I2GS?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thehumorbin&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=384049&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000S3I2GS&amp;amp;adid=486be909-fb49-46e1-b1f0-ad6f26b8fcdf" target="_blank"&gt;climb the stairs&lt;/a&gt;, the other apes will try to prevent it even though no water sprays them.&lt;br /&gt;Now, remove one ape from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new ape sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his horror, all of the other apes attack him. After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted.&lt;br /&gt;Next, remove another of the original five apes and replace it with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;Again, replace a third original ape with a new one. The new one makes it to the stairs and is attacked as well.&lt;br /&gt;Two of the four apes that beat him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs, or why they are participating in the beating of the newest ape. After replacing the fourth and &lt;a id="amzn_cl_link_2" href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000KDU9XK?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thehumorbin&amp;amp;link_code=em1&amp;amp;camp=212341&amp;amp;creative=384049&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000KDU9XK&amp;amp;adid=15b9cc0c-b03e-44c9-82ef-f1c0e34dc32c" target="_blank"&gt;fifth original apes&lt;/a&gt;, all the apes which have been sprayed with cold water have been replaced. Nevertheless, no ape ever again approaches the stairs. Why not? "Because that's the way it's always been around here." Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe its not a joke. its a reason why people are like monkeys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-4215231705362448796?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/4215231705362448796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=4215231705362448796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4215231705362448796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/4215231705362448796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/01/humans-and-monkeys.html' title='Humans And Monkeys'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-3856334211849426614</id><published>2008-01-12T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:12:48.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Thoughts!!!!</title><content type='html'>Crazy philosophy number1: If you see a chicken, do you see a farm animal waiting to be slaughtered and eaten or a really evil monster trying to take over the world???? Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Philosophy Number 2: When is a table not a table? When you sit on it of course!!! then a table is a chair. or a tabchair or a chairble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Philosophy Number 3: Draw a triangle. Then draw a square, a pentagon, a hexagon and so on... then look at a circle... Is a circle a polygon? Geometry people are you sure a circle is a polygon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy stuff about your body: you cant bite your elbows... nor touch your groin with your head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-3856334211849426614?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/3856334211849426614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=3856334211849426614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/3856334211849426614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/3856334211849426614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazy-thoughts.html' title='Crazy Thoughts!!!!'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-7754318895999518866</id><published>2008-01-07T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:52:59.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is success?</title><content type='html'>good morning eveyone and welcome to my third addition of this blog. Since i'm home, sick, having a fever and have nothing to do, i'll blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, what is success? People always say "im successful" or "i'm a failure". But what makes a person successful or fail?&lt;br /&gt;Most people think success is about money. More money=more successful. Well, success is an opinion of people. If you think that success is more money, you work your way towards it. If you're poor, you are a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what is success? Quoted from Earl Nightingale's "Strangest Secret In The World",&lt;br /&gt;"Success is a progressive realisation of a worthy ideal".&lt;br /&gt;So, success is what you think and you work towards it. So, if you know what you want, you work towards it, you are a success. However, if you do not know what you want, and do not work towards your goal (since you HAVE NO goal), you are a failure. This is the inevitable truth.&lt;br /&gt;This is why schools have a goal-making session so as to make sure you have a goal. Interestingly, research has shown that only 5% of people succeed whereas the other 95% have no goal for themselves. therefore, they become a failure and these are the middle class of people you see everyday. These are people who conform to society. Asked a question "why do you wake up in the morning?" and they will reply "because everyone else does".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you know wether you are successful?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple: you are successful when there is nothing that bothers you when you sleep. That is when you have accomplish your goal and have nothing else to bother you. Then again, you should also have a new goal after that so  as to make sure you have more things to do. Success is not a one-time offer but the goal-making should happen after you have succeed in one thing.&lt;br /&gt;SO what do you wanna be after you grown up? (that is if you are a teenager or hae not reach adulthood yet but the question is still relevant) I am still on the point of thinking, since i have not set a goal in my life. If i do not make one soon, then I will be a failure to myself. Then again,  95% of people are also failures to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thought: One reason why a job is called a job is because you do not enjoy it i.e. you have not succeeded yet or this is the path you do not wish to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after reading this, ask yourself, what do you wanna do this year or what do you wanna do to your life? What is your purpose in your life? What ideal goal do you want to acheive? Only you can answer that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-7754318895999518866?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/7754318895999518866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=7754318895999518866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7754318895999518866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/7754318895999518866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-success.html' title='What is success?'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-6091110853938307880</id><published>2007-11-28T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:59:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think, therefore I am.- Philosopher Descartes</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all my friend who have given their posts and welcome to the second post on this blog. Those who have spoken about the length of the first post must think; why have a blog? Why waste time talking about how I brush my teeth, ate my breakfast and go to school? Is that interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 28 November 2007. I woke up at 9 pm. I went to the toilet. I brushed my teeth. I took a bath. I ate breakfast. I watched television. Played computer games. Lunch. Went out to shops. Studied a bit. Oh, wait, I didn't study. Blah Blah Blah. Crap talk. Its like, why have a car when you use it only to go to the store? Why buy a book to be read only once? Why not do something interesting? Impossible is nothing. Progress for progress' sake must be discouraged. Move On, People. Get Your Backside Out Of The Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great philosophies of people has always been intriguing, such as this phrase. How do they get these ideas, the theories, how did Einstein get his E=MC^2 formula? We will delve into the mysteries of the human brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Human Body: The Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The human brain, biologically, is the most important part of the human body. Its like a computer's microchip, a car's engine, (oh wait, that's the muscles... Never mind.) the moste importente, the grey matter. We cant live without it, unlike the heart, which can be replaced by a pump, lungs: Iron lung, kidney: dialysis but there is no way you can put a chip in your head to replace the brain. It consists of two parts, cerebrum and cerebellum. Every bio student could tell you that, even me, a non-bio student can tell you that. Left hemisphere, right hemisphere. Left controls right and vice versa. Etc etc etc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, never judge a book by its cover. It is more important to see the things a brain can do rather than seeing the brain itself. The brain can do an infinitesimal number of things. From eating to sleeping to reading a book to running to etc etc etc, its possibilites are endless. However, obviously there are physical limitations. However, we can dream. Ad that is good, since it gives us a goal in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most iteresting thing about the brain is that it is random, since you have people who are intellectually disabled on one end, (sorry for the remark) and you have the geiuses o the other end. As usual, for most people, at least 70% fall in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, people are attracted to extremes and seem to compare one another. More on that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have the geniuses, or genii depending on which plural you wich to choose, (cactus &gt; cacti) are geniuses. Albert Einstein does not know how he got his photoelectric theories, Adolf Hitler can control people through his actions and words, and the great thikers of mankind, think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the brain controls the body still. The will of man proves to be very surprising. If Thomas Edison decided to give up during any of his thousands of experiments, I would be writing into a piece of paper under the light of a lantern! Yet Thomas Edison is part of that 70++ percent of the people who are normal. He was fired from jobs, he blew up a train, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human can give up easily in a case of a tragedy. 99% of people when involved in a tragedy will try to avoid, run or die, 99% of the 1% will try to think of something but that one person or a team of ordinary people out of the many digits and numbers will eventually do something very extraordinary"that no man has ever done before" And that is the human brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720937035764040359-6091110853938307880?l=philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/feeds/6091110853938307880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720937035764040359&amp;postID=6091110853938307880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6091110853938307880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720937035764040359/posts/default/6091110853938307880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophiesofourlives.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-therefore-i-am-philosopher.html' title='I think, therefore I am.- Philosopher Descartes'/><author><name>Akbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07891908728687471575</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-5720937035764040359.post-2981798237642672477</id><published>2007-11-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:38:11.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things People Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Profile'/><title type='text'>My opening on my Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Good day to all. I decided to open my blog on my birthday, 11 november. It would contain all the deep thoughts tht I have an our lives and you are welcome to express them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Profile. I am the blogmaster.My name is Khaliq. I am 15 today. My alias here is Deep Thought. I live in a house, eat food, drink water and so on. Two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Two ears too. The avereage human. As with other humans, what is up in the brain is more imortant than the human itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Einstein was not successful in school, but he found something in the air from his own imagination and his own brain power, and look what he did. -Eartha Kitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blog, I talk about our lives and talk about things people rarely talk about. Every post will be an "episode" and this episode is in the theme called: "Things people celebrate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Things People Celebrate, Episode 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the first episode of Things People Celebrte. Since today is my birthday, I shall talk about birthdays. Birthdays are cool, and as they my be, the represent the day of the year that you were born eg. my birthday is today. However, they have the air of falsecities and are almost fake, such that the body does not age one year at a time, but is constantly aging. This is what I would like to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our human body is an organism. It is born through its mother, starts as a small thingy (a baby) and ages on. Yet this is the thing that people see of babies. 1st month cute lil' thing, 2nd month, ... 1st year!!! Babies age are judged by the amount of months till they are about the age of three, or 36 months. Then toddler (3-5), child (6-12) , teenager (13-18), adult (18-59) and elder (60-death) There is NO specific age for a certain stage. All can be measured and categorised further as young adults, preteens, mildife adults, baby, big baby, lil' kid, etc etc etc. Biologically, there is no specific stage either. It is the human's inquisitive mind to classify certain things as they are and to be strictly following its clssifications. Biologically, I have proven birthdays to be false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part is written on 12 november 2007. I am no longer fifteen. I am Fifteen years and One day old. The part on birthday's false nature can be also explained psychologically. Take a person who does not know his birthday, (poor guy!) and when he grows up, he does not know his birthday. He will feel everyday as  a day. No special day, no personal day. He ages on as  normal human. He feels himself growing old, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way is through another calendar. Lets say a 12-month lunar calendar. I'm familiar with the Muslim Hijrah calendar, and I was born on the month of Rabiul-Awal. It used to be in november wen I was born, and now its on april. Should I have my birthday twice then? using two distinctly different calendars, one can actually have two birthdays in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what is a birthday then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday is a day which is celebrated a a ceremony. It is to REPRESENT the day you are born. Any day can be chosen to celebrate your birth. Just that people seem to want to celebrate on that day, since, 365 or 366 days multiplied by your age days go you were born. The earth was at that exact position years ago when you were born. SO, Wht gave birth to the birthday is actually when humans recorded the days of the year in a cronologically, in other words, when the calendar was first used. This day of the year is allocated as your birthday, because on this exact spot of the calendar, you were born. And that is the way to analyse the human brain, which works by historical recordings and personal almanacs. 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