Tech-Knowledge-Jee.

Straight to the rant!


My gosh.

Hands up all who've noticed the growing need for technology in their lives.

I'm sure at least 99.9% hands out there are raised.

I mean, what are you using to view this?

Only the best invention since the television, and Milo. One of God's finest gifts to mankind.

I'm talking about the COMPUTER, mateys!

Ahhh...yes. What would we all do without computers?

Poking sticks in the ground, probably. :)

Just kiddin'.

I've grown extremely attached to computers, to the extent that when I can't use it for a day, I'll be uncomfortable.

VERY uncomfortable, to be honest.

In fact, I'm so attached to these machines, I'm actually viewing a career involving them in the future, because I see a future in where we're gonna depend on computers to live.

Yep, you heard me right. I think we're gonna count on computers in our daily lives maybe 10 - 25 years from now.

If you disagree, I think you should stop watching Terminator.

I don't think computers will take over the world or something like that....I think we're smart enough to know the limits to what we allow computers to do.... C'mon, do you really expect a robot to do 'humanly' things, like having emotions or the capacity for affections?

"Don't feel sad, U11-204E. I'm sure I205-334L has a crush on you".

That sounds soooo wrong.

Then again, you might never know.

I once watched this documentary on Discovery Channel about robots....some guys built this robot made to look like a pretty Japanese woman and guess what they found.

People reacted more positively to "her" than to robots that actually look like a robot.

It seems funny now, but imagine a some maniac falling for a 'girl' with an animatronic face, metal boobs and hydraulics and actuators for muscles. And don't forget - no personality.

*shivers* Scary.

Technology never fails to surprise me.
And neither do the people who use them!

I have these two uncles who are in their 40s....if they aren't working, they're busy with their computers. No matter how often I see them do this, it still leaves me pondering.

They were born in the 60s....lived their young lives through the 70s....all this when the computer was virtually unknown.

I don't know many 40 year olds who use the computer frequently.

And how about this: My grandma wants to learn how to use the computer.

Wouldn't that be awesome?

Grandma: Hi Grandson.

Grandson: Hi Granny.

Grandma: How's the tea?

Grandson: OmG j00 tea is totally t3h pWnz0rX!!11!

Grandma: O RLY?

Grandson: YA RLY!

Grandma: NO WAII!!!

Grandson: LOL!!!

Grandma: ROFLCOPTER!

If you had any idea at all what all of that meant, it means you've been on the computer for too long too. :)

Technology is moving so fast right now. A few years ago, floppy disks were premier data storing devices. Now, they're the reason why you're the laughing stock.

Technology makes learning easier too.
YouTube, Wikipedia makes life a better place to live in. :)

That's all I have to say about the machine that deteoriates my eyesight everyday. I shall end with....

Signs You Are On The Computer Too Much


1) You start saying "LoL" when you hear something funny.
2) You use terms such as "Noob" and "Pwn" in daily speech.
3) When reading newspaper, you look at the bottom right of the page to check the time.
4) When somebody's massaging your back, you say "Scroll down" or up.
5) You know HTML like it's your birth certificate.
6) When somebody tells you mice are cute and you reply "especially the tiny optical ones!"
7) When you've misspelled something in writing, you say it's a typo.
8) You think forums are the perfect places to socialize.
9) You've forgotten how to send mail. REAL mail.
10) You're reading this.

Maybe I'll add to this when I come up with or hear of more. :)

Fooootba....what?

I can't sleep!

It's 2:30am in the morning and I'm as pumped-up as ever.

That's not supposed to happen and I'm trying in vain to fix it...but this isn't why I'm blogging at such a strange time.


For the past few days, I've been getting trouble sleeping, because I have a lot in my mind right now, concerning the sport I love most.

Football.


It must have all started after I received my results...


Well, at first I was thinking, "19 for L1R4...."

"Where the heck can I go to?"

Eventually, it led me thinking of the things I did in the past....slacking, having fun when I'm not supposed to...

I let it rest and started thinking at the other direction: the future.

That's where it must have struck me.

Choosing Poly courses was a nightmare. When I read about all the interesting courses available for me, I just struggled to make a decision.

There was so many factors to consider...the amount of interest, the prospective career opportunities..

When I tried to weigh my options and take a myriad of factors into consideration for respective courses I felt like my brain could just explode in fickleness.

Apparently, it did. Because now I can't think of anything but football.

Because that's my one true passion. My love. The thing that I want to make my career.

Given the choice between making it to Mass Communications or making it to the national team, I'll take the latter any day.

Not necessarily the smarter choice. Some of you may even call it stupid. At some point of time (depending on my level of sanity), I would agree, but for now, that's it.

I just wanna play football.

Well, it's been tormenting me for the past few nights...and I just couldn't keep it in anymore. I've been kept awake by thoughts of making it big.

I've been deprived of sleep because I was thinking of my dreams as a footballer.

People would tell me, "Dan, you can just keep dreaming." Yes, my friends. I do.

And it hurts that I'm still dreaming.

My heart rejoices when Singapore wins something. Tiger Cup of 2004..and recently, the ASEAN Championship. It shows that the light at the end of the tunnel for Singapore football is still incandescent. It tells me that one day, we'll see Singaporeans playing in foreign leagues. Oh, the thought is just wonderful.

Sadly, just the thought. The fact is however, ever cruel.

People keep telling me that Singapore football has no future....and who can blame them? Just now, I read the newspaper about our under-21 team losing a game against Pakistan. Gone with the morale of the team is the chance at more silverware. I don't mind that loss though. It looks like we've uncovered another gem in Khairul Amri. He scored a brace in that game, two goals that were quickly cancelled out by more Pakistani goals. He's a great lad.

Ok, it's 30 minutes into writing this and I'm having that "Hey, WtF are you doing" moment.

To be completely frank and honest, I think and I've always thought that I can make it. I have that inner confidence in myself and I have that drive.

How I wish those two attributes be complemented with superior football skills and physical condition.

Because right now, I'm this small, weak guy who can't dribble without leaving the ball behind, who hits more birds in the sky than the goal with his shooting and whose left foot has much dexterity as his third foot.

I ain't trying to be the Simon Cowell of football. That's the simplest of truths.

No wonder people laugh when I say I wanna play in the Premiership. No wonder they tell me to keep dreaming. Because with the given amount of talent and morale, that's all I'm gonna be doing for a long, long time.

I just wanna bite my legs off thinking of how I love football so much and have so much passion but people who aren't that passionate are so much skilful and can destroy me on the pitch any day.

Right now, my mind's gone completely ballistic. My self-assessment is making me angry, because it's the truth.

But it's fuelling my drive to improve. And it's definitely spurring me on to aim high.

To prove that Singaporeans CAN play football.

To change laughter to acknowledgement.

I just know that in times to come, I'm just gonna look back at this and have a good laugh at myself.

I hope it'll be a victorious laugh. :) Like "HaHaHaHa, I told' ja."

But at the rate I'm going, I'm more like "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".

I wanna go for trials but I have a deep self-esteem problem. Because I don't believe I'm good enough.

As long as people keep thinking I'm trying to be funny saying I wanna be a footballer, that's the case.

But not to worry.

I'll make sure my confidence and self-belief won't go to waste.

Sure, go ahead and laugh. It's my indicator of preparedness.

I wanna do this.

(Take note: This post may be altered in the near future because I feel like all egoistic doing this post. =.=)

Oh Level.

O' Man.

Boy, do I have a lot to do now.


First and foremost, I would like to congratulate all the O' Level takers who have done well for the O' Levels. Good job, lads and ladies!


Now.....

If I were to sum up my O' Level results in one word it would be "deserved".

In my most honest opinion, everybody gets what they deserve.

If you've worked your socks off, there's never really a doubt you'll get the best results. Hardwork is always rewarded.

I have a confession to make: I didn't really stretch myself for the O's.

I achieved (or rather, slacked off to) a 19 for my L1R4.

My L1R5?

You can win 4D with it.

If I told you I worked hard for the O' Levels, I should be lynched for fraud.

Really, if I told you I studied for a test, I was lying. (well, mostly).

My life in Sec 3 was just a fun ride. Weeeeeeee. Maths? Woooooooo. English? Weeeeeeeee. Results? Woaaaaaaaaaaaah.

The following year was spent mostly on full-time procrastination. I would sit on the computer chair or on the couch and say,"Hey, what the heck am I doing? I should be studying. But hey, the O's are still a few months away. I can do it tomorrow."


Heck yeah, maybe when the astronauts land on the Sun or when robot overlords rule the world.


The only real hardwork I put in was in my Maths. My elementary maths. I dropped A Maths coz it was wiping my face on the floor and giving me consecutive atomic wedgies.

2006 proved to be quite a turning point. I learned both the consequences of slacking and the rewards of hardwork.

And how a little help along the way never hurts.

I was introduced to a brilliant individual named Eric by another brilliant individual, Nat.

Eric was my tuition teacher for Maths.

And this guy is awesome.

He turned me from a hopeless F9 guy to an all-hope-in-the-world B3 guy.

This guys really drilled me good and got me interested in Maths. I used to loathe Maths lessons, but after his tutoring, I got bored of everything BUT Maths. The most complicated equation I could come up with was 1+1 = 2 but after his teachings, I could remember the sine and cosine rule like how I remembered the offside rule.

Kudos and a million thanks to the only tuition teacher in life, Eric. *bows* Thank you for bestowing upon me your infinite wisdom.

And sorry for failing to get an A1. *whacks self in the stomach*



And don't forget, STAY A GOONER FOREVER. (Yep, he's an Arsenal fan too. )


Well, now that's the O' Level saga is over, we'll all have to look forward to life in our Polytechnics and JCs (or NUS in the case of Nat). I wish you all luck and hopefully the transition between institutions will be a smooth one.

And I certainly hope we will never be too cool for each other. =)