Wednesday, March 16, 2011

How the Internet Started

How the Internet started
A revelation with an Incredibly Big Message (IBM):

Well, you might have thought that you knew how the Internet started, but here's the TRUE story ....

In ancient Israel , it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot.

And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.

And she said unto Abraham, her husband: "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent?"

And Abraham did look at her - as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said: "How, dear?"

And Dot replied: "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price.

And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."

Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent.

To prevent neighboring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was called Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures - Hebrew To The People (HTTP)

But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secret himself inside Abraham's drum and began to siphon off some of Abraham's business. But he was soon discovered, arrested and prosecuted - for insider trading.

And the young men did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung.

They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS.

And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land.

And indeed did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.

And Dot did say: "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others."

And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel , or eBay as it came to be known. He said: "We need a name that reflects what we are."

And Dot replied: "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators." "YAHOO," said Abraham. And because it was Dot's idea, they named it YAHOO Dot Com.

Abraham's cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot's drums to locate things around the countryside. It soon became known as God's Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE).

And that is how it all began.

Truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuly!!!

Monday, January 10, 2011

Turning the page

Dear friends,

If I still have many of you left, that is. Today marks the last page of a chapter in this not-so-awesome story. I doubt the suspense and drama has killed you yet nor left you begging for more so I'll cut it short. Another story is about to begin.

Stay tuned.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

OPEN LETTER COFFEE SHOP TALK

Posted by a disgruntled forumner in the online citizen website:

Subject: Dear Prime Minister, tolong please …….
Coffee Shop Talk - Dear Prime Minister, tolong please…

From: ChinChaiOne
28-Apr 12:15

Dear Prime Minister,
We citizens of Singapore urge you to PLEASE MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

We DO NOT NEED your help.

Every time, you mention HELP, we have to run for cover!!!

Help the poor? Raise GST!
Help traffic flow? Up ERP!
Help passenger service? Up Bus fare/MRT fare!
Help us get taxi? Raise taxi fare!
Help us get good government? Raise Minister and Civil servant salary!

Everytime YOU WANT TO HELP, we all PAY FOR IT!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU…TOLONG LAH, please, we will HELP OURSELVES, no need your help liao.
We DARE NOT ask for help any more!!!

Sir, most honoured sir, I urge you NOT TO HELP Singapore INVEST also!
Everytime your wife invest, we all lose money! Kao liao, kum siah!
Just let us have a dose of bad governance, like recently the Mat Selamat
case, like dat….so far, it is ok,your incompetence, we ACCEPT!

PLEASE DO NOT help us have better security! Wait we all kena PAY FOR IT!!
I believe ALL SINGAPOREANS PREFER NOT TO HAVE CRUTCH MENTALITY!
I think it is ok lah, please just take your salary and enjoy life ok?

Thank you thank you,
I am very chin chai one, any how any how, no need to help oso can one
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The writer wishes to stress that these words are taken piecemeal from a forum and are strictly not his own.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

It's all good....for now that is.

Been a long while hasn't it? Busy with some preparative work and other stuff, not to mention I'm back in a furious Gunpla groove aseembling them at near break-neck speed.

The recent months have been quite well actually with stock markets going up (in the process gaining back on some losing stocks and at the same time making small profits), won a small return on the lottery, and finally settling some hair-tearing stuff.

On the work front, things are not going so well though. Seems like I'll be stuck with cowering in fear over every phone call during the Christmas period....
Damn the a**hole weather....

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Am I missing something here?

It's been a while. I've been kept occupied and generally felt lazy to do any thinking or writing. That hasn't changed lately but I thought I'd just add an entry for something that irks me.

I have never been much of a morning person, never will be. So it has never been pleasant to wake up to go to work. Storm clouds start brewing whenever the alarm clock sounds off the start of the rat race. A quick washup and playing with the cat muffles some of the rumblings as I head for the door and to the bus stop.

Electrical charges start building up once I step onto the bus. The ubiquitous annoying folks start to appear from every crack in the pavement. As if that's not bad enough, the thunder starts showing when it's time to board the train. From the queue-cutters to the "road blocks" to "sleeping beauties" that magically fall asleep whenever someone in need of a seat boards the train. And then there are the "scholars", people who insist of flipping and reading their newspapers even when everyone's crushed up in the trains.

Seriously, the civic level of the people in this small red dot has sunk to a pathetic low. I doubt it's ever going to rise to see the light of day again going by the liberal immigration policy of importing boorish "foreign talents" and the government encouraging the kiasu attitude that breeds selfishness.

Woe, woe. Doom is upon us. I'm packing my bags....

The writer detests the state of public transport and views it as a collaboration by private enterprises and the government to hood-wink the populance as "world-class". He doesn't have a good opinion of the general populance and the government anyway.