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October 04, 2006

Spider woman here i come!!

Well i have wanted to join the climbing club for ages but always felt i was too heavy to do so. Now that i am about half way through the weight loss i feel ready to join. Really excited, especially as ive had to come along way to get to this point.

Tomorrow 4-6pm is a taster session so well see how i get on. How exciting!! Ive even got funky shoes and a fab furry chalk bag that i can point to good use! :D

Well i've joined after 2 years…

I went to my first meeting on Monday and for lunch today, both were really good. On monday i got to meet some new people who are friends with Ollie who was kind enough to help me go in the first place. Everyone seemed really lovely – quite exciting that i have this opportunity to strengthen and explore my faith as well as making new friends.

Lunch today was good too, met a few more people and it meant that i was there on my own – sort of had to get over a mental barrier.

February 21, 2006

The Seven Wonders of the Ancient World Modern Day Leamington Spa

Having spent nearly 5 terms in and around the Spa, it seems now would be a good time to point out the highlights for future generations. These are not necessarily as spectacular as the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Nor are they quite so substantial as the Pyramids. However, they have fascinated me in small, superficial and ultimately pointless ways. So without further ado, here are the Seven Wonders of Leamington Spa:

  • The ever flushing urinals of Robins Well Trust me, they never stop. I can't comment on whether women will ever experience a toilet in a constant state of self cleaning, as I am not privy to the, presumably, pristine state of the women's facilities.

  • The waterless "facilities" of Sugar Urban legend tells us that they turn off the water to force you to buy bottled water once you've had too much vodbull. One things for sure – unflushable toilets create a stench. And washing your hands with redbull isn't the same.

  • The 8pm Oriental Star rush If you fancy dining at the Star, do not go at 8pm. However, by 9pm the whole place is empty. I'm unsure as to whether this says more about the Star, or about the dining habits of Leamington.

  • Suicidal Pedestrians Apparently, those strange Government ads about road safety never aired in Leamington. Combined with the fact that those from Leamington Spa do not fear death (ask around, its true), Leamington locals will not think twice (nor, for that matter, will they look twice) about stepping out into the road, no matter what vehicle is heading for them, and no matter what speed it is travelling.

  • The dubious legal nature of some of the Sun in Splendour's services Again, urban legend has it that the Sun in Splendour, on Tachbrook Road, doubles as a whore house. When the goat is outside, the hoes are in session. I stress urban legend – don't come complaining to me if it turns out to be a lie (and in fact, shame on you for trying).

  • Flames The lesser known cousin of Vialli's – Its on Radford Road and its seven-hundred and thirteen times better. Only ever seen to have closed once, the lovely chappies will cook for you any time of day or night, and even furnish you with the local rag to amuse yourself for five minutes. A must on the way home from any given night out. Even if it was a night out to a curry house or some such meal.

  • The sign on the bridge on Willes Road Granted, this may not be important to many. But if you plan on taking a quick route back to Radford Road from Sugar (and really you should, a red bull jacket fails compared to a beer jacket), you ought to be crossing this bridge. And what better way to commemorate your journey than to read this dedication to yourself. Or to others, should you be so inclined. Now, I have no idea what it says, primarily because I cannot remember the journey home on many occasions. However, it must always be read.

So there you have it. Suck on that, world. The Spa has got you by the nads.

January 09, 2006

Quote Happy?

I seem to be restricting my blogs to this more and more but the whole process of procrastination does dig up some gems:

Following another defeat, Crystal Palace manager Smith pointed to Latvian goalkeeper Alex Kolinko who had been in tears after the game. 'I made up a story about him. I said he came from the poorest mountain village in Latvia where he had to fight bears when he was eight. I said his grandparents had been shot by the Nazis, his mother had died of cancer and his sister was raped by a gang of mountain rebels. But he never shed a single tear because he was strong and brave. Then I told them that one month playing behind our defence had turned him into a blubbering wreck! The players didn't know what to say. Except Clinton Morrison – he said, "It's a shame about his sister".'

I'll add that this was a time when we were a bit shite. We're getting better now!

January 05, 2006

A Raincoat Short of a Wardrobe

Funny the things you find hidden away on message boards. Like this about Croydon's latest nutter:

The funniest thing i saw was this nutter walking around with a helium balloon the other day asking people if they wanted to go on holiday with him to Hawaii. He then got us and asked us to "hop in" the balloon. I couldn't stop laughing until he turned around to my friend, who is about 6'3 and build like the great wall of china and says "not you, you can get in my speed boat and come to Miami", he then proceeds to point to his shoe and try to usher my friend in. Very funny.

December 17, 2005

Burger King

Suitably tired, hungover, ruffled and probably quite malodourous, I made my way across London this morning, stopping for a breakfast portion of large fries and a medium coke (my stomach really couldn't face a "chicken" royale).

But it did go some way to cheering me up for I found this on the side of my coke:

…You could have gone larger, you didn't, you could have gone smaller, but you didn't want that. You're decisive and bold….

Or something to that effect (as I suggested, I was not in a "memorise what it says on my drink container" mood). Impressive how much crap can be written about the mere fact that I'd gone for an average, regular, medium drink. Made me chuckle though. Much to the bemusement of the others in the carriage, all of whom we're trying to stay away from the scruffy looking wreck in the corner.

November 30, 2005

Notepad of the Mind

I like to think of my memory as something akin to a notepad. When revising for an exam the other day, I had a terrible realisation. My notepad is full. I've reached the cardboard at the back. Not only that, but I've written all over the bit of card. And wasted a corner of it with a doodle (the doodle is, I think, Quagmire from Family Guy, but its not a very good one and I can't be a 100% on this).

See now the problem is, while I have a mental notepad, I only seem to have a mental biro. Pencil would have been too good in the way of forward planning. So here I am, a full, biro-written notepad. And no mental Tip-Ex. Fortunately, I seem to be scraping through the last year of my degree with a massive wad of post it notes which are slowly taking over all the space inside of my head. Its getting a bit messy.

Now ideally I could tidy it up. Rip out the needless pages. The ones that still have the lyrics to Barbie Girl, a perfectly maintained image of the main exit at Bromley Railway Station, and my seat number for Palace's trip to Wembley for the 1996/7 play off final. Of course, this doesn't work. By even acknowledging their existence, they'll be stuck there for another half a dozen years. And because they've been recently viewed, the notepad will always fall open on one of those pages.

So what do I need to do to readily discover the rules on admissibility for prior inconsistent statements? I can find the page that tells me they exist. I just can't find the page that tells me what they are.

I think, frankly, I need an upgrade. An electronic, cross referenced database. With a junk filter.

Alternatively, I may just be sleep deprived and a little bit excited that I turned 21 a few hours ago. Good night.

November 13, 2005

Simon Jordan Gold

"Note to self Re: the Fonz..."

A little explanation to my housemates for that random outburst of laughter a moment ago. Reading an article by Simon Jordan (Crystal Palace Chairman) in his fortnightly Observer column (13/11/05):

In my opinion, no owner in their right mind would willingly invite an average agent into his academy, any more than a brothel owner would let a syphilitic nutter into his brothel


"...Mark, you are NOT the Fonz"

November 10, 2005


Writing about web page http://www.qarxis.com/Fainting_Goats

"Blitzkrieg! I'm in the Ardennes, nothing can hurt me in the Ardennes!"

See the above link. I've been replaying the clip and pissing myself laughing for the last 20 minutes. Why the hell does this happen? It must be the greatest cock up mother nature has ever made in terms of a self-defence mechanism.

Quite funny though.

"Mark? You're in the stationary cupboard?"

November 06, 2005

An Ode to the M40

"This was definitely a good idea..."

Everytime I head home, I have to take a good hour and a half journey down the M40. Today, I noticed some very strange things on that trip:

– There is a concept of "car friends". Car friends are other cars who tend to keep up with you for a long period of time. Often a yo-yoing effect is involved. Well today, I made a car enemy. He kept with me alright, but he wouldn't bugger off out of the way and was frankly infuriating in countless indescribable ways. Eventually, he exited at Oxford and I laughed a manic laugh to myself, finally vanquishing my foe.

– Several other motoring delinquents were encountered on the journey. They all either emerged or disappeared at Oxford. I have come to the conclusion that Oxford harbours all kind of evil motorists. I can just imagine them plotting on how best to attach spikes to their wheel hubs.

– A slightly less paranoia driven observation: my windscreen wipers will not wipe in time with any dance bassline on Big Tunes 3 - Disc 2. Fast is too fast, medium is too slow, and slow is just a stupid thing to try and fit to dance music.

So if you see an angry looking fellow steaming up the motorway, looking extra cautious and paranoid around Oxford, and playing incessantly with his windscreen wipers, chances are its me. Or someone equally impatient with motorway-driving.

"...There is no possible way that this wasn't a good idea."

November 03, 2005

A Scheme Worthy of Jimmy Carr

"But Officer, she sat on it"....

I've been putting some thought into what to blog lately. I could eternally rant about how woefully inadequate Leamington-based motorists are, but I reckon it'd get boring. Football offered some opportunities, but I'm still sidelined. So following a trip to see Saw 2 the other night, a mass murder-influenced discussion brought up the idea of making a documentary. About students. In the style of a nature programme. David Attenborough style commentary and a leafy twig could provide endless opportunities!

Thing is, I woke up the next morning and contemplated the possible drawbacks. Most notably the risk of someone twatting me round the head for filming them and sarcastically muttering something about their dress sense. That, and the lack of a camera.

So I came up with something new. Inspired by re-watching an old-ish Jimmy Carr DVD, his placing of inappropriate ads inspired me. I'm going to start placing Lonely Hearts ads. Just to guage how desperate people really are. All replies will be posted up here. We'll see just how many people out there really are looking for an "Albino he-she, one leg considerably longer than other, birthmark covering 3.7% of body, allergic to cardboard, seeking similar". Or just how popular an "Half Italian thoroughbred in need of a ride" really is. There's always the classic "Desperate bloke needs shag. Will consider porkers" to consider.

This will not be a purely sex-orientated male venture though. Oh no. I've thought about this. Less women use personals. So, if we put in some fictional women, we can see how desperate the male population is. "27 year old single BBW seeks weedy bloke for interesting social experiment". Etc.

Suggestions welcome.

..."Yeah, right. Now get in with the nonces."

November 02, 2005

Monks And Halloween

Writing about web page http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/chinde/entry/making_evil_monk/

Writing about an entry you don't have permission to view

"You want some do you?..."

Halloween photos are now up and can be found here. Click the link above for the inspiration, making and enjoyment of those wonderful hooded garments.


October 28, 2005

A funny old game

"OK, so they're a bit crinkled. 'Hello, police, somebody broke into my office and crinkled my papers and things'"...

Much seems to be happening with football in my world lately. Suddenly realising that I've signed up to not only a serious, full match specification league (shin pads necessary – but no magic sponge), but that I've signed up to 5-a-side too. Crikey, in week two I was impressed that I ran from the nether regions behind Car Park 15 to Gibbet Hill. (shock #2 for the last 2 minutes – I just typed 'crikey' – too much neighbours).

Unsurprisingly then, our first match didn't go so great. Ocean's Eleven, and strictly eleven – we'd forgotten subs – collapsed to an 8–1 defeat. WBS up next, notorious for being a bit 'good'. If we manage to score this week the celebrations are likely to be injury-inducingly good. In other words, I think we'll just pile in on top of each other then all walk home with damaged vertebrae. Or something. I'm not a doctor.

Of course, I say 'we'. Not me. I got injured. First bloody game and I smash up my toe. Alas! All is not lost! I can still act out my game winning plans on Pro Evo. But I somehow doubt that'll be any good for fitness.

But the football shenanigans don't end there! Oh no! In the space of two weeks, the heroes of SE25 have gone from useless, to that'll-do, to spectacular. Losing to your biggest rivals, who are, incidentally, a crock of shite, only to go on and ease past a mediocre Burnley side before humiliating the European Champions really doesn't make any sense.

..."Its not piss"

October 12, 2005

Magalluf, Prague, and Leamington Spa

So Freshers' Fortnight is over. How was it? Lacking in sleep. That's how. Some how the Law School figured its best to give those living off campus a load of 9am's this year. Add to that my bizarre take up of volunteer work in a vague effort at sharking, and I was up before it was light an unhealthy number of times.

So am I getting old before my time? God I hope not. I used to do this all the time in the first year… I think. Go out all week and still make every lecture. I did… didn't I? It must be Free Spirits. Running around selling a drinking society to students is harder than you'd think. Damnable strong work ethic this year. Or maybe it was Majorca. Coming back from a holiday that generally involved 4 hours sleep a night 2 days before heading back to Leam was perhaps a mistake. An enjoyable mistake though: more like going into the wrong changing rooms and seeing lots of naked women than hammering a nail into your thumb. Might be worth joining the gym and making more mistakes.

But besides the tiredness, can't complain. The Fresher's ball was a dramatic improvement on the Electric Six shambles last year. Not that I'm any the wiser as to who the hell the Go Team are, but they're an entertaining bunch no less.

Actually, I can complain. I should start a petition for some government-funded advanced driver training for the locals. Still absolutely useless, and unbelievably, the fog lights are already out. I've readied my sunglasses in anticipation of an outbreak.

In the meantime, plans for my 21st are underway. A weekend in Prague ought to make a good start. More to follow!

Back to work next week, so that'll be fun. "Hello, could I speak to Mr. X, please, and could he bring his credit card with him…

June 18, 2005

What defines a business or rather MY business

Today a computer geek – naming no one – said to me when I said to him this web-hosting company gives unlimited e-mail accounts

You can grow your company without limit.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud… and respond

So my company is defined by the number of e-mail accounts not by its business!!

June 13, 2005

As many a footballer has said.."Just One More Point [Exam]..

The penultimate day of the exam season, for me at least. Three torrid hours now stand between me and an unhealthy intake of alcohol. Oh, plus reading time, but to be honest thats not whats worrying me.

Sadly, international law has lulled me into a false sense of security. Its actually… interesting. Add to this my already revised and examined international criminal law module, I felt pretty darned prepared for this one. Yet with 21 hours before the start, I've just realised that it would probably be best for me to have revised a tad more.

On that basis, I have a few musings:

– Why do Endemol UK consider the end of May to be a good time to start a daily, addictive program? Especially considering its largely exam-taking-student-teenage audience.

– Why do we take exams just when the weathers taking a turn for the better?

– Why will the weather take an inexorable turn for the worse come 5pm tomorrow afternoon?

– Why does my printer think that it'd be funny to get a paper jam whenever I need a past paper?

I could go on, but the Roma are screaming at me from the corner of the room demanding that I revise their plight. Now this is another reason to hate the Hitler's of the world – if you hadn't been such an arsehole, I'd have less to learn.

Groupwise Getting The Boot

Screenshot of Warwick Insite front page. 'Groupwise Instability - Take Precautions: IT Services are working hard to identify the underlying cause of the GroupWise failures which occurred on Friday and Saturday.  However as a precautionary measure you are advised to print out a copy of important emails you may need over the next day or two (particularly travel documents such as itineraries, e-tickets, etc), and print a copy of your appointments for the next week. Staff members can try out the proposed replacement email systems at the roadshow sites in University House, the Science Concourse and the Ramphal Building.'

Groupwise failed over the weekend, just before the main leg of the E-Mail Replacement Roadshow this week.

Who knows whether more university staff are taking the opportunity to trail the systems proposed to replace Groupwise today than over the past two weeks is because of better location – University House among others – or because of the, dare I say, sabotage to make Groupwise seem even worse than it is.

In any case, Groupwise deserves to be let go. Microsoft Exchange/Outlook is so much easier to use and maintain, both from a user and IT Services perspective. Lotus Notes' staggering features are even more convoluted than Groupwise's, but at least it's stable and scalable.

What I can see students not being happy with is being pushed off to one side to a Sendmail -based system with web frontends - either SquirrelMail or MailMan.

As far as I can see Sendmail comes free with any Unix/Linux distribution. SquirrelMail, the more appropriate frontend, is free as well. MailMan, you guessed it, is free, too, but it is meant for managing electronic mail discussion and e-newsletter lists and as such too basic for personal e-mail.

The flipside of the issue is that money – and MS Exchange costs a lot – is better spent on the library when the majority of students sent up forwarding rules to their existing e-mail accounts anyway and never use the university e-mail system.

The student roadshow was last week, but if in doubt vote for SquirrelMail. MailMan looks like my 3 year old nephew designed the look and someone from 1996 decided on the features and user interface. MailMan is so bad, it seems like SquirrelMail has already been decided on and IT Services want to at least appear to be giving students a choice.

The staff roadshow is still on this week, so go and have a play.

June 09, 2005

Ballroom Lessons with Michael and Martina Burton

Writing about Shall we dance? from Natalia's blog

I loved 'Shall we dance'. Now that exams are over I'll watch it again.

So, you exeeded expectations already by not waiting till next year get back into ballroom :-) How was your lesson with Michael and Martina?

I had 4 hours over two days… waltz and a little foxtrot. The posture is an absolute killer, my shoulders and back still ache, not to mention the legs. But it feels soooo much better with the right posture, so much more fun if you know how to move!

i don't understand how Betty can jump straight from having taught a fairly basic routine to teaching a double reverse spin… the single reverse spin took me about three quarters of an hour to learn how to do, nevermind to do well.

Most surprising of all I found that once I had figured how to move I started leading naturally. When I partnered up with Martina, just by concentrating on the details of my movement, she explaimed afterwards, "Wow, he actually started leading all of a sudden!".

I never took private lessons with Betty, because I never felt she was a good teacher in group lessons – doing the same thing over and over again and me still not learning some things -, so I can't really compare. But my feeling is that Betty is not doing the club any favours. I did take a Latin lesson with Russel and all he did was show us the steps of a routine. Not a hint of how to move, just where to move. The styling with the arms I see other universities' couples do amounts to "Just stick your arm out and keep it there" with Russel.

At the Northern and National competitions it transpired that the entire club has three couples that are any good by any sort of reasonable standard, first of all the standard set by other universities. Just because they are called Oxford and Cambridge doesn't mean we should hang our heads. As far as I have heard the Sheffield club has Darren and Lilia coaching… why can't we get someone like that to drag our club out of it's pitiful condition.

Our club puts together teams for team matches on the fly on the day of the competition. There are no proper teams, like in more traditional team sports clubs, that receive more intensive coaching so they stand a chance in competitions.

The Latin and Ballroom Club does not treat dancing enough as a sport, but instead caters mostly to people who want to pick up the bare basics in an airy-fairy kind of way. I don't think people should have to pay for private lessons just to go beyond the routines that stay the same not only throughout the year, but even year on year, as one of my mates – Steph – can attest to, being a 4th year. In fact let me briefly tell Stephs story.

Steph and I danced together for a while when I first started Latin & Ballroom last fall. Most of what I learned in that time was from her. She started in her first year and by the third year she found a partner, a finalist, who danced very well, so they become one of Warwick's best couples. Once he left, however, Steph was left on the wayside by the club. The club put no effort into preserving and nurturing her talent. In fact, a beginner like me was the best she found and eventually she gave up and concentrated more on Classical Modern and Horse Riding.

To pick up the thread, it would make more sense to teach routines in group class and extend them, change them every 2–3 weeks. I find that by doing the same routine for months I have become inflexible and have a hard time improvising. The whole rountine just becomes one huge entity, not a combination of little chunks of steps that can be mixed up and re-combined to new routines at will. This also makes learning how to lead nigh on impossible. Not only does Betty not teach how to lead beyond the mantra "don't let the girls tell you what to do", but because this one routine is hammered into all of us, there is not really a need to lead: the girl knows before hand what is going to happen.

Paul, of the brand-new Salsa Society, teaches how to lead in great detail to complete beginners in the first lesson. First he teaches the rhythm and some basic mambo and side steps, then he goes on to leading, with some very simple, yet effective, exercises.

Private lessons should then take the class routines and work on the styling, posture and movement. A New Yorker, for example, actually consists of a quarter turn with legs together, leg forward, rock onto it, rock back and a quarter turn back while pulling the leg back in (roughly, for the foot/legwork) – instead of turning stepping and transferring weight all in one step.

There just seems to be no desire and passion to get anywhere whatsoever with this club. Where are the role models? Rugby players have Johnny, footballers have Beckham, rowers have Redgrave. What about Latin & Ballroom? Dancesport Info is a good place to start. Most Warwick L&B people haven't even heard of Blackpool, except maybe as a "broken dream of a Las Vegas that never quite made it ", so the choice to have the UK University National Competition take place in the Empress Ballroom might have seemed completely random – just like those links.

Thus ends the rant.

May 26, 2005


Follow-up to Illness from Fiona's blog

I never knew I was allegic to exams… they caused me flu and migranes and asthma!

My illness have gone far enough for me! I went to see the doctor yesterday morning before my exam to see what they could give me to make me feel better.

They gave me 6 little pills to sollow every morning for 5 days.

I felt a little better in the afternoon.

Today was feeling ok ish for the exam in the morning.

Somehow after lunch the exam…. I managed to need run out to the toliet to throw up in the middle of the exam. I returned to my seat feeling sick still and dizzy or more likely wanting to faint.

May 24, 2005


This damn thing called illness…. most occasions they come at thewrong time and place.

It is when you have too mcuh too do and you are struglling and it hits you. And handicap you. The more you try to do things the more it handicap you leaving you hopelessly in bed…

What can I do with illness+exams? what does it = to?

May 23, 2005

End the Spam Cycle

Now I am forced to sit in front of my desk all day revising and somehow couldn’t help checking my e-mail too often and blogging. Well, I genuinely want to share some funny stuff I suddenly received in an e-mail account I consider to contain only SPAM

I decided why should I be annoying and forward them to people. I have almost given everyone the URL to this blog, so if they care enough about me they could read my blog and they will find depressing stories of mine, cynical views of the world, random thoughts and pictures I have taken and most of all the things I find funny.

Ich habe always been a person who likes to share… stories, adventures, pictures, and friends. Some how I have been scaring people away or something that they don’t like me sharing. I don’t really ask for anything in return maybe just to stick around until I finish giving.

I am not really getting depressed as exams doom over my head (maybe after so many years of exams I am immune to it or them rather) just into a state of cynicality. I see everything darker, gloomier angles of things.. everything (to be continued)

Fatherly Pride

I would like to share a story that is now been the second time sent to me... a funny story that I had no one to share with the first time round I got it. Now I have the chance to share and here it is:

Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunite at a party.

After several drinks, one of the men had to use the rest room. Those who remained talked about their kids.

The first guy said, "My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday"

The second guy said, "Damn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, then went to flight school to become a pilot Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of its assets. He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday."

The third man said: "Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multimillionaire. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday: A 30,000 square foot mansion."

The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth returned from the rest-room and asked: "What are all the congratulations for?"

One of the three said: "We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. …What about your son?"

The fourth man replied: "My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub."

The three friends said: "What a shame…what a disappointment."

The fourth man replied:

No, I'm not ashamed. He's my son and I love him. And he's lucky, too. His birthday just passed and the other day he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends."

Is giving 100% enough?

Follow-up to The fittest survive or the most read? from Fiona's blog

I am glad that some people actually read my weblog. YEAH. Well somehow it seems these days EQ and interpersonal skills gets you further than IQ.

To avoid being sued for plagiarism I hereby give credits to whoever wrote the following clever mathematical formula.
Unfortunately I don't know who wrote this originally but I received it through my inbox from my friend William (don't know his surname either).

What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.


8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%


11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%


1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%


2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.

1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullshit and Ass-kissing that will put you over the top.

May 19, 2005

Idea of revision

The whole idea of revision… does it meant to put you off or encourage you? I was never sure. By glancing at my shelf the stuff I should know the number of pages of information scares me. I suppose I know most of it as I have been working throughout the year steadily but yet still I files and lectures notes intimidates me. Makes me feel like I don’t know anything.

Is there a cure for such disorder or is it common to others too?

I am looking forward to the holidays yet dreading as I have the unsettled feeling that I might need to come back for re-sits.

Places I have visited

Writing about web page http://www.world66.com

As you can see, there is still lots of work to be done!