I thought about something lame for the title of this post like "a frogs tail", but that's just too lame! besides, frogs don't have tails.
Anyway, here's an interesting fable about a frog:
Once upon a time in a magical kingdom (of course), there stood a large tower. One day, all the bravest frogs from land and sea decided to run a competition to see which frog could climb to the top of the tower first.
All the competing frogs gathered at the bottom of the great tower ready to climb. Meanwhile the towns people and peasants had heard about the grand competition of the frogs and also gathered at the bottom of the tower to watch the frogs attempt to climb it. But many of the towns people were skeptical and thought the frogs were fools for even considering to try climb the great tower.
At the word "go", all the frogs began to climb. The crowd booed and shouted. Many frogs fell off after only climbing a metre. The crowd continued booing and shouting.
"Give up! You'll never make it!."
"Why try? You're not going to reach the top of the tower"
"Stupid frogs!"
And as the crowd continued to boo and shout their forceful insults, more frogs fell off and eventually, the frogs realised how impossible the climb to the top of the great tower was. This continued to happen until only a few frogs remained. By this time, the remaining frogs were quite close to the top.
The crowd kept booing.
"Foolish frogs! You're all tired now. You're not going to make it"
Eventually the few remaining frogs fell off... except for one little frog who managed to reach the top of the tower.
Why did this frog make it to the top of the tower when the other frogs could not? Well you may have heard this story before, but if you haven't, take a guess!
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But I'll tell you why the tiny frog was the only one to reach the top of the tower in the next post.
N.B: it's not because the little frog had climbing lessons!;) and I do not know if the tiny frog won the love of a beautiful princess either... but that's how a typical fairy tale would go aint it!;)
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Day in Carterton
I was up in Carterton again today. I was helping to renovate and paint a house that we bought there a while ago. I did two coats of paint on the bottom wall skirtings of one of the bedrooms without getting any drops of paint on my clothes. I was quite proud of myself *cough*
Also, Sophie (my dog) seems to be finally becoming toilet trained. Today when we were up in Carterton, I was walking around in the garden with Sophie, and she automatically did a nice big poo outside without any encouragement for her to do so. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes as proof and I've got to say, it really was a sight to see! *cough* *circkets chirp in background at lame joke* Well we were very proud of Sophie's "accomplishment".
On the way home, we quickly drove past a restuarant with a sign that said "all-day breakfast!". And after reading the sign, I had one of those wonderous thoughts: does "all-day breakfast" mean you can eat breakfast food at the restuarant any time of day e.g. have bacon, eggs, hash browns and sausages (yum) there at 5pm in the evening. Or does it mean that you can eat a breakfast there that will last you all day? Personally, I'd like to hope it was the first answer because I'd quite like to be able to eat hash browns, eggs, bacon and sausages at, say, 5pm in the evening... That's one of the things that annoys me about McDonalds: i really like their breakfast food, but I'm never up in time to go to McDonalds before 10am, and so I am forced to either order a value meal/meal deal/combo or walk out and eat somewhere else. Usually i just can't be bothered going somewhere else so I order a combo anyway. But still, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO EAT HASH BROWNS FOR LUNCH!! :O
Also, Sophie (my dog) seems to be finally becoming toilet trained. Today when we were up in Carterton, I was walking around in the garden with Sophie, and she automatically did a nice big poo outside without any encouragement for her to do so. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes as proof and I've got to say, it really was a sight to see! *cough* *circkets chirp in background at lame joke* Well we were very proud of Sophie's "accomplishment".
On the way home, we quickly drove past a restuarant with a sign that said "all-day breakfast!". And after reading the sign, I had one of those wonderous thoughts: does "all-day breakfast" mean you can eat breakfast food at the restuarant any time of day e.g. have bacon, eggs, hash browns and sausages (yum) there at 5pm in the evening. Or does it mean that you can eat a breakfast there that will last you all day? Personally, I'd like to hope it was the first answer because I'd quite like to be able to eat hash browns, eggs, bacon and sausages at, say, 5pm in the evening... That's one of the things that annoys me about McDonalds: i really like their breakfast food, but I'm never up in time to go to McDonalds before 10am, and so I am forced to either order a value meal/meal deal/combo or walk out and eat somewhere else. Usually i just can't be bothered going somewhere else so I order a combo anyway. But still, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO EAT HASH BROWNS FOR LUNCH!! :O
Friday, November 11, 2005
Grrrrrr *sigh*
People in the world are like scavengers, vultures, piranas. They take everything they can get away with. They try to get every little cent out of everthing possible. And they'll eat anything they can. You can't trust people to respect your property. Because they don't even have any reason to care anyway. No matter what happens to your possessions, no ones cares unless it affects them in some way or especially inconviences them.
Our brain is programmed to do everything it can to survive. If we can easily survive, then we will do everything we can to make our survival more "luxurious". So instead of having to live off the bear necessities for survival, we'd like to have other luxuries along with that. Like fries are quite nice. You can say "Yay, I'm alive. Yes, I'd like fries with that."
You don't have to understand what I was meaning. I'm just letting off steam for the fact that I lost my wallet, my car keys and my phone in the same day, all in separate situations. So the casualty count goes like this:
Wallet: I've now lost 8 times
Phone: Only lost once
Car keys: Lost twice.
I'm to starting to consider my wallet to be a 'lucky wallet' since it has always been found again, and I've taken it everywhere I can think of for the past 10 years... It's been so long, I can't remember how long I've had my wallet for, but i've been counting how mant times I've lost it.
But that's not why I'm pissed off at the moment. The reason why I'm pissed off is that someone took $70 cash out of my wallet and all my gold coins. I had plans for that $70 and I worked hard for it. Now I've lost it. And that was about 40% of all the money I had, and it was going to have to last me until I got a permanent job.
Ok, so you might say I got off lightly. That's possibly quite true. But I've got off lighter than that all the other times. It's just now, some jerk went and took all my money out of my wallet. Fine, that same jerk was probably the one who returned my wallet after having raped all the money from it. So then, I would now call that arsehole, whoever it was, a kind and considerate F***ing jerk.
If you've ever had something stolen from you, you'd know the feeling!
Our brain is programmed to do everything it can to survive. If we can easily survive, then we will do everything we can to make our survival more "luxurious". So instead of having to live off the bear necessities for survival, we'd like to have other luxuries along with that. Like fries are quite nice. You can say "Yay, I'm alive. Yes, I'd like fries with that."
You don't have to understand what I was meaning. I'm just letting off steam for the fact that I lost my wallet, my car keys and my phone in the same day, all in separate situations. So the casualty count goes like this:
Wallet: I've now lost 8 times
Phone: Only lost once
Car keys: Lost twice.
I'm to starting to consider my wallet to be a 'lucky wallet' since it has always been found again, and I've taken it everywhere I can think of for the past 10 years... It's been so long, I can't remember how long I've had my wallet for, but i've been counting how mant times I've lost it.
But that's not why I'm pissed off at the moment. The reason why I'm pissed off is that someone took $70 cash out of my wallet and all my gold coins. I had plans for that $70 and I worked hard for it. Now I've lost it. And that was about 40% of all the money I had, and it was going to have to last me until I got a permanent job.
Ok, so you might say I got off lightly. That's possibly quite true. But I've got off lighter than that all the other times. It's just now, some jerk went and took all my money out of my wallet. Fine, that same jerk was probably the one who returned my wallet after having raped all the money from it. So then, I would now call that arsehole, whoever it was, a kind and considerate F***ing jerk.
If you've ever had something stolen from you, you'd know the feeling!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Keep moving!
I've been a fool. It's time I woke up again. But I keep falling asleep AGAIN anyway! Someone make sure I stay awake please!
From the wise words of Homer J. Simpson: "You tried your best, and you failed miserably. The lesson is... never try."
From the wise words of Homer J. Simpson: "You tried your best, and you failed miserably. The lesson is... never try."
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Things and stuff
I hate POPUPS. I'm always reminded of my pure hatred of them whenever I get one of those intrusive "things" pop-up onto the computer screen, and yet I still havn't gotten around to downloading Mozilla. (The name "Mozilla" always reminds me of mosquitoes, where POPUPS are the mosquitoes and Mozilla is the mosquito repellent). Considering that whole "getting-around-to" thing, I don't even want to imagine what i'd be like with DIY in renovating a house. I'd probably knock down a whole wall and then never rebuild it again;) Sounds quite fun actually. In fact, I've tried it before. Just grabbing a hammer and being allowed to smash the hammer into the wall as hard as you like, and then tearing the wall to treads. Hm, the DESTRUCTION :P
Anyhow, that was a bad start to what i originally intended to be a philosophical post. Meanwhile someones altered the writing on the blog to obcenely small standards so that I have to squint to read what i am writing, and i can't figure out how to change the writing back. I have already checked under control panel... HEY, i just had an idea! When i looked in control panel, I should have used the Help section which Microsoft so kindly provided (thumbs up to them!), I'll try it now:
*5 mintues later*
... well surpringly enough, I just solved my problem now, and it didn't involve using Control Panel. It was as simple as just clicking "Font size" in the blogging menu, and clicking "large".
On another topic, I am running out of words to use to change topics on posts. I've already used: anyway, anyhow, on another topic, now, however, well, ... I need some more words I can say, otherwise I'll have to keep using those words which starts sounding silly after a while... or I can just quickly and suddenly change topics...*cough*
Here's a quote I like:
"From fear comes courage, from defeat comes victory, from disorder comes order." (Sun Tzu's Art of War)
I actually got that quote off the Discovery channel ages ago and thought it made so much sense that I would have to remember it!
That may have sounded like sarcasm but it truely does have sense to it. I interpret it as meaning without one thing, the other one means nothing. In other words if no one feared anything, then courage would have no value since everyone would be courageous.
I guess it's sort of like the idea that to clear up a mess, you first have to make a mess. For example, to tidy your desk, you first have to sort everything into piles (make a mess), and then put "the piles" into the appropriate places (clear the mess). However, there is the sort of person that would just take everything off their desk and simply chuck it in the rubbish! Although, I am the opposite of that: I will go through everything on my desk and sort them into piles, and then eventually when I get to the mouldy green mandarin lying under all the mess, I will go and chuck all my piles of stuff in my wardrobe (but not the rubbish bin, since the rubbish bin is not a very good retrieval system), and jam my wardrobe doors just and promise never to open my wardrobe doors again... yet it's one of those weak promises I never keep...
I worked at a bar the other day. It was a bar up in Trentham Gardens. I only work there on a casual basis though. But I had to work as a "caterer" instead of a "bar-tender" which was a shame because bar-tenders get paid more of the same number of hours as the caterers, and yet I was perfectly capable of working as a bar-tender. I was also working a 8 hour shift that day so I brought some lunch. That consisted of some Eta chips, a banana and some pecan nuts, and I was even going to bring a lunch box but I couldn't find my old one. It felt much like going to school again. And then I found out that we actually got lunch at work from the buffet including rice, salad, potatoes, meat and lots of nice stuff. I'll admit that I was rather dismayed that I had wasted those precious 5 minutes getting my home lunch ready, and then found out that lunch was provided anyway.
Hm, I'm surprised out how much I've had to say tonight... I don't usually have much to say. But I have to stop writing and got to bed now.
Goodbye
Anyhow, that was a bad start to what i originally intended to be a philosophical post. Meanwhile someones altered the writing on the blog to obcenely small standards so that I have to squint to read what i am writing, and i can't figure out how to change the writing back. I have already checked under control panel... HEY, i just had an idea! When i looked in control panel, I should have used the Help section which Microsoft so kindly provided (thumbs up to them!), I'll try it now:
*5 mintues later*
... well surpringly enough, I just solved my problem now, and it didn't involve using Control Panel. It was as simple as just clicking "Font size" in the blogging menu, and clicking "large".
On another topic, I am running out of words to use to change topics on posts. I've already used: anyway, anyhow, on another topic, now, however, well, ... I need some more words I can say, otherwise I'll have to keep using those words which starts sounding silly after a while... or I can just quickly and suddenly change topics...*cough*
Here's a quote I like:
"From fear comes courage, from defeat comes victory, from disorder comes order." (Sun Tzu's Art of War)
I actually got that quote off the Discovery channel ages ago and thought it made so much sense that I would have to remember it!
That may have sounded like sarcasm but it truely does have sense to it. I interpret it as meaning without one thing, the other one means nothing. In other words if no one feared anything, then courage would have no value since everyone would be courageous.
I guess it's sort of like the idea that to clear up a mess, you first have to make a mess. For example, to tidy your desk, you first have to sort everything into piles (make a mess), and then put "the piles" into the appropriate places (clear the mess). However, there is the sort of person that would just take everything off their desk and simply chuck it in the rubbish! Although, I am the opposite of that: I will go through everything on my desk and sort them into piles, and then eventually when I get to the mouldy green mandarin lying under all the mess, I will go and chuck all my piles of stuff in my wardrobe (but not the rubbish bin, since the rubbish bin is not a very good retrieval system), and jam my wardrobe doors just and promise never to open my wardrobe doors again... yet it's one of those weak promises I never keep...
I worked at a bar the other day. It was a bar up in Trentham Gardens. I only work there on a casual basis though. But I had to work as a "caterer" instead of a "bar-tender" which was a shame because bar-tenders get paid more of the same number of hours as the caterers, and yet I was perfectly capable of working as a bar-tender. I was also working a 8 hour shift that day so I brought some lunch. That consisted of some Eta chips, a banana and some pecan nuts, and I was even going to bring a lunch box but I couldn't find my old one. It felt much like going to school again. And then I found out that we actually got lunch at work from the buffet including rice, salad, potatoes, meat and lots of nice stuff. I'll admit that I was rather dismayed that I had wasted those precious 5 minutes getting my home lunch ready, and then found out that lunch was provided anyway.
Hm, I'm surprised out how much I've had to say tonight... I don't usually have much to say. But I have to stop writing and got to bed now.
Goodbye
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