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Yay. Finally, we got Newspeaker up and running. For those who have been reading my blog since it was set up, you should know what Newspeaker is and how it represents Mib and my ideas. Instead of having it as a subdomain, we placed in right smack on the front page to give erpz.net a whole new set of purpose and objectives.
Here’s a shot of it at the most primitive stage. Its content should be building up soon. For now, let me work on my studies first.
After a week of sabbatical, it is back to work time, though it is not as if sabbaticals are totally slack. Life is as usual, prepareing for test, doing homework, and probably menging MRP. To some, this is no life. I probably think so too. To make it worse, there isn’t much games to play these days and not much political stuff to comment on. So in order to liven things up, I continue my service at the Neighbourhood Link. Everything there hasn’t change much, with the same people around and the same activities.
It appears that I am the one who have changed; more slack in my job and duties. This is probably because I am steering my focus toward studies and the sideline stuff don’t appear to be that important anymore. This include things like blogging or stuff like revolution. The idea now irks me. I yearn for a more simple place to be in, yet the environment is undoubtly trying to force me back into the competitive, illogical realm of academics and arts.
As I am typing this crap here, my house suddenly blacked out. There was lightning and thunder outside and it is raining heavily, the heaven probably knows about all these sufferings of people. Well, if one were to interpret this way, another can always say heaven is angry at you for being so upset with your current life. So I shan’t argue. After churning out those lame graphics, which Jin’s daughter commented that it looked like some turtle, I curse at my own graphic skills – those images took me more than 2 minutes on flash and photoshop to create! I am getting worse, I thought that Propagator might well be gone since it does nothing productive and do not contribute to anyone unlike Terry’s blog, which aims at helping others. The problem I am facing now is probably the fact that no one asks for help from me (except Mib).
Worse of all, when I reach out to help others, I am not appreciated. In addition to that, I got a lousy Merit award for my Chinese Calligraphy work, which I thought was the best entry to that competition of this 3 years. Well, for this, it probably is the fault of the organisers and the judges. As we all have said long ago, they number the works, then use a lottery machine to pick out the winning entry before deciding whether the work is good.
By the way, Bingyuan churned out quite an interesting article on how his classmates would far in society next time. I think I probably deal with some designing stuff, unless I decide to join Mib and be his Propaganda Minister or something of that sort. Well, maybe the owner of some small firm that will deal with arts or design stuff and maybe I will be helping Bingyuan out with designing his restaurant and the menu (in addition, free designing of the gift voucher and the food arrangement), in exchange for some of the shares of his restaurant. On second thought, I may be pitching myself against Yanmin, so I decide I shall be the landlord of Wei Xiang, who will be dealing in the food business selling Nasi Lemak and Fan Choi.
Oh yah, Terry won’t be a Deejay. His taste for travel will definitely prevent him from getting a job that encloses him a in dimly lighted room for hours talking to himself and a bunch of nothing-to-do idiots. He probably open an arcade and play Para Para Dancing all day or be some kind of travel reporter who goes around the world and bumping into all sorts of people. It would be fun though.
Owning to the time from Sabbatical Week, I have been fiddling a little with photoshop to see how my logo can be modified or fitted into different uses. I came up with this dumb button that is a 88 X 39 pixel banner. Of course, it is the same dumb croc with the text and coloring. It is apparent that this is a 5 minutes no-brain work.
If you like, you can download or link direct and put it somewhere obvious on your site and link it to “http://simplicity.erpz.net”. I am changing the main page soon so please link direct to the main page so that people can view other parts of my site (if there are any). Now that I am a tiny bit freer, I am thinking of doing a set of Propaganda series posters for erpz.net, and setting up a main blog where Mib and I can both post stuff and updates. That will definitely satisfy both of us. I think I am always coming up with new ideas and doing nothing about them, and this situation is getting bad especially when work is piling at school. I can’t promise anything, but I will surely work things out by the end of this year.
Mib too, will be free during the end of year holidays and will get so bored from gaming that he starts working on some part of the site especially the gallery, which now has evolved to become his own. I guess our interest on images and photos simply vary too much. Of course, there are propaganda posters which I admire and also images of scenery which I like but the idea of a gallery doesn’t seem to work out as I previously imagined.
For those who are observant enough, you would realise at once that I have changed the Propagator’s Croc a little, adding ‘eyes’ to make it look a little friendlier. I started off with this idea of making an proper avatar for myself in different places. Unfortunately, I have my identity hidden for certain places and not for certain websites. So I decided that the avatar will solely be for my participation in more crappy, techie websites. Here it is, the 50px by 50px version of it:
The first look of it give me an impression that it is a sign warning children to have parent guidance when viewing anything that is posted by me. Originally, I was using the old unfriendly croc’s eye and it looked really evil. Hence, I decided to amend a little to appeal to children. Unfortunately, I couldn’t change the letters ‘P’ and ‘G’. They were in caps at first but I quickly change them to small letters. I guess you guys should know why.
The ‘croc’ looks as though it portrays the parents eyes looking at everyone – especially for the children; with the purpose to instil fear in them and deter them from doing wrong things. To a large extent, the avatar seem to work well with such a feature to scare children. The things I write is not immoral, not as evil and extreme as what Mib normally writes about, but they are usually not suitable for children since it has a high tendency of distorting their perception about the world – I don’t want to make them unhappy.
The background is not black. It is a dark shade of brown that is blend with a light gray. It does look simple here but it is supposed to achieve the effect of a warm feeling despite the color being a dark one. It blends in better with the green of the crocodile and the orange text, making it the perfect background for the avatar. The orange text, of course, is to mix with the green to achieve the similar effect that my website’s design is built upon.
That’s the problem when you have a strange logo coupled with a dubious name; you produce an avatar that makes no sense or connection to your original idea. I guess you guys would soon see this avatar appearing on certain forums or communities, that’s me – unless one of you decides to pass off as me and kope this avatar. Sometimes, you may see this avatar appearing but the name isn’t ‘Vib’. It probably isn’t me, though I didn’t really fully adopt the screen name, ‘Vib’ yet. I have so many other accounts that uses purely my own name. I guess it will take another year or 2 before I use it for everything I register.
For those who are observant enough, you would realise at once that I have changed the Propagator’s Croc a little, adding ‘eyes’ to make it look a little friendlier. I started off with this idea of making an proper avatar for myself in different places. Unfortunately, I have my identity hidden for certain places and not for certain websites. So I decided that the avatar will solely be for my participation in more crappy, techie websites. Here it is, the 50px by 50px version of it:
The first look of it give me an impression that it is a sign warning children to have parent guidance when viewing anything that is posted by me. Originally, I was using the old unfriendly croc’s eye and it looked really evil. Hence, I decided to amend a little to appeal to children. Unfortunately, I couldn’t change the letters ‘P’ and ‘G’. They were in caps at first but I quickly change them to small letters. I guess you guys should know why.
The ‘croc’ looks as though it portrays the parents eyes looking at everyone – especially for the children; with the purpose to instil fear in them and deter them from doing wrong things. To a large extent, the avatar seem to work well with such a feature to scare children. The things I write is not immoral, not as evil and extreme as what Mib normally writes about, but they are usually not suitable for children since it has a high tendency of distorting their perception about the world – I don’t want to make them unhappy.
The background is not black. It is a dark shade of brown that is blend with a light gray. It does look simple here but it is supposed to achieve the effect of a warm feeling despite the color being a dark one. It blends in better with the green of the crocodile and the orange text, making it the perfect background for the avatar. The orange text, of course, is to mix with the green to achieve the similar effect that my website’s design is built upon.
That’s the problem when you have a strange logo coupled with a dubious name; you produce an avatar that makes no sense or connection to your original idea. I guess you guys would soon see this avatar appearing on certain forums or communities, that’s me – unless one of you decides to pass off as me and kope this avatar. Sometimes, you may see this avatar appearing but the name isn’t ‘Vib’. It probably isn’t me, though I didn’t really fully adopt the screen name, ‘Vib’ yet. I have so many other accounts that uses purely my own name. I guess it will take another year or 2 before I use it for everything I register.
Finally, my interest in argumentative essays and writings have cost me my abilities to spin tales and stories using profound words that I have learnt. Today is the perfect demonstration of my story-writing skills, which is still stuck at around Primary Six level. We are supposed to do a personal recount for our Sabbatical today and I choose this rather dumb story about misplacing my passport and realising it only on the morning I was leaving for some overseas studying course for a year.
The question itself is dumb, and according to the teacher, there is no need for sophistication. Anyway, there’s no room for that. And most importantly, I was supposed to stretch a few seconds into about 100 or so words. The fact: I didn’t manage, and will probably only score well enough to pass this exercise. I must say, I wrote with my best abilities for the question and it wasn’t the storyline which bothers me; it is the language. I am not able to use the suitable ‘chim’ words for the essay mainly because of the 1 and a half year immersion in arguementative essay or exposition. So this exercise is total crap to me.
I seem more proficient in English than Chinese when it comes to blogging. Even so in life, yet I think English is still a stranger to me. I cannot udnerstand some of their cultures, or the way the language is designed to be. Chinese Language appears more logical to me, but it is probably harder; which in turn, may be a result of the environment and lousy system.
It appears that a great deal of people are starting to practice self-censorship, worried that they will infuriate the school authorities because they said something seemingly bad about the school or particular people in the school. This people ranges from the big-size type Bingyuan to timid-looking but sarcastic Ruiyang.
I guess there should be harm making personal attacks in real life. We do it everyday. Except it varies from verbal insults to discrimination or whatsoever. Most importantly, it does not make an impact on the school, the discriminated person, or the person who insults. The punishment should not go beyond feeling guilty and worrying about losing friends or popularity. The whole idea of blogging in the first place is about freedom (of expression), if we exercise such restrains on ourselves, then we should be thinking twice before starting a blog.
Ultimately, the blog acts as a vent for frustration. Why be frustrated about venting frustrations? Why should we be practising self-censorship when our words do not even cause racial riots or aything paramount to that magnitude. I admit sometimes we get political – and I mean school politics or whatever you like to call it (don’t worry, I am a Singaporean). Yeah, right – you would say; then ask about what happened to those criticised for the content of their blogs online and even sued by the authorities. Well, those guys just aren’t prepared enough to embrace the spirit of freedom in Singapore. They have to get an extremely political correct secretary to help with a little vetting before they can proceed to publish their thoughts online.
Well, it is still quite encouraging to see a huge chunk of Singaporeans practising their freedom, in their very own way. It is interesting, though not a great breakthrough. At least you don’t have to pay for the news you receive there, unlike Straits Times Interactive, which is ridiculosuly collecting money from thei readers – even from the print subcribers, for logging on to their website to obtain softcopies of the ‘somewhat excellent’ and accurate news reports. It is not as if Singapore has many news sources to start with, for comparison. It does even have enough news for these sources anyway.
So, I received this crap from Mib.
Here are the rules according to thePropagandaMachine:
1. Write a four line poem with the 1st and 3rd lines being “turd in a punch bowl”
2. Make lines 2 and 4 rhyme, using any topic.
3. Pass along to 3 unsuspecting punchdrinking bloggers and make them put it on their blog site.
I don’t know what is this, and I don’t want to give a damn but I thought it could be quite fun. Just a little copying and brainstorming, I got this:
Turd in a punch bowl,
What the hell is this?
Turd in a punch bowl,
Crappy as it is.
Turd in a punch bowl,
Wonder who did this?
Turd in a punch bowl,
Mib needs a hot dish.
Turd in a punch bowl,
Does it concern me?
Turd in a punch bowl,
Sponge cake is for tea.
Got this in less than 4 minutes beccause I am more poetic than Mib. Standard poem, Iambic Pentameter. That’s what you get for studying Shakeapeare for about 5 months. Now, I am going to end this here. Hope Bok have fun starting his own turd-tagging!
After the 3 month long delay, my first issue of The Economist finally arrived last week. I can’t really blame the company, I got a darn good price for the subcription, they probably want to check my identity as a student first. I quickly read through the first few articles and got quite bored with it. Actually it isn’t boredom, but you can’t possibly expect my attention span on such an academic magazine to be that long. I did not forcefully compel myself to finish it, and hence, I ended reading just half of the whole issue. The main focus last week was about oil. There isn’t really very much to elaborate about oil other than its price, Saudi, and Bush. It appeared to be an extremely eurocentric magazine with some stuff about Asia here and there.
So before I manage to finish that issue, a new issue arrived – once it starts coming, it begins to stream in weekly – this time the focus is not Australia. From Bill Bryson’s ‘Down Under’ I learn lots of stuff about Australia. I also discovered how much the world has forgotten them. This issue of The Economist is probably a breakthrough after these months since 2005 began.
For such an old publication, I expected more attempts to try catch up with times and hence a little more pictures but unfortunately, they seem as traditional as ever. Even the advertisements are mostly text-based. They’re probably the biggest European Google supporters. Nonetheless, the articles are solid and definitely full of content, which explains why the publication manages to live till today. Initially, I was quite biased against this publication mainly because its name makes it sound like a old radio churning highly technical information that has jargon all over it – I was wrong; secondly, it is because Edwin Tan always tries to show off how much he knows about terrestrial stuff by copying the articles from The Economist and pasting them on his blog. Don’t worry, I won’t do what he does.
I am not that much of an economic kind of person (I am more of the economical kind), though I very much don’t mind being one. I am rather facinated by how complex this whole thing is. It is almost natural arising, it took a combination of circumstances and human brain-work to complete its infrastructure. It is more amazing than the world’s every super computer combined. In fact, it is built by a collection of super-computers, and super-intelligent human minds. Most importantly, every political engine is dependant on this stable collective power to operate and function smoothly.
I told myself to cover this, but somehow I forgot, probably because I was trying not to be too serious on my blog. Mr Wee departed from this world on 2 May 2005. It wasn’t sudden for his family, but it was, for Singapore. His departure have very much reminded us of his wonderful contributions to this little island country. It has been 12 years since he stepped down from his post as president of Singapore in 1993.
He was the president when I was born, and until I was at the age of 4, entering nusery. As an infant, I hardly have any recollections about this president, known for his kindness. He was a reporter before he became the president; he never really stepped into politics. I guess being a reporter really helps you see the world, and probably the guiding principles for a man is formulated this way, through one’s job.
After his death, we raised the flag only to half-mast for 3 days, as a sign of respect. It was almost the same situation as president Ong’s death. People all over Singapore went into the Istana to pay their respect to Mr Wee – a demonstration of his popularity and the respect he has earned from the people.
I wouldn’t be talking about death. Instead, I think the point to this story is life. How you live. Whether you choose to accomodate with everything, accept and tolerate the suffering, then relish the achievements that you get after you finally slogged hard enough to be recognised. Or perhaps some would prefer to make their lives worse by resisting the hardwork, and riot against the authority, then get punished. Maybe you are none of the above – you are one who don’t give a damn about whatever happens to others, you simply pass a day after another, following the general trend and crowd, and remain in the ‘masses’.
Everyone in this world is like a basin of water. Each of us is a molecule of water. We have several options: 1) We sway with the crowd and take the shape of the container, 2) You waste all the potential energy you have got and freeze, isolating yourself from others and become a passive molecule, 3) You gather the kinetic and potential energy others waste, and gain enough energy to break away from the rest of the liquid particles, becoming a gas molecule, part of the whole collection of water vapour, free from the grasp of the intermolecular forces.
I am not initiating a chemistry lesson or whatsoever. I am trying to illustrate the options one have got. In fact, there is more than 3 options. You might even like to try breaking yourself apart, forming an oxygen and 2 hydrogen to benefit other molecules in some way. The possibilities are infinite, you just have to embrace it.