tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148296842011-12-24T23:11:04.448+10:00Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-19773017029851466512011-12-24T23:10:00.000+10:002011-12-24T23:11:04.463+10:00

yesterday i wrote about why i'm having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit here. to avoid sounding too whiny, i figured that today i'd write some of the things i'm liking about Christmas in Australia. first off, the weather. yes, yes, i know.. that was my biggest complaint about Christmas here. it doesn't feel like Christmas when it's hot and sunny. well it's true, the weather DOESN'T feel

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you know how Alcoholics Anonymous meetings are well-known for the introduction (among other things of course), "Hi, my name is _____ and I am an alcoholic"? well I have a confession of my own to make. actually, it's more of a cry for help than a confession. are you ready? "Hi, my name is Andrew and I am a Who" not expecting that, were you? i know, i know, confusing, and maybe a little

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so i am not really a big fan of spending money. i'm not sure exactly why that is, but i suspect that my upbringing has played a major role in determining my dislike for spending. for example, my parents used to shoot down the purchase of any item of clothing more than 25% of retail price. anything we wanted to buy that wasn't absolutely necessary for survival was met with a firm "no". a request

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today is the last day of my first year of med school. i thought i would celebrate by sharing something with you that bernice showed me the other day..

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why is it that whenever i think to myself, "hey, it's been awhile since caleb has peed on me while i'm in the middle of changing his diaper", he pees the next time i change his diaper? it's like he can read my mind. "oh yeah, i forgot that fun thing i do when daddy's changing me and my diaper's off. thanks for the idea, dad!" well at least he hasn't pooed in the middle of a change for a long

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when you were a kid did you ever sit around a campfire at night listening to scary stories? i didn't.  my parents didn't really believe in telling ghost stories. the scariest stories they told us were stories about what would happen to us if we were disobedient. those were scarier than any campfire story. i think if my dad told us our consequences in the dark with a flashlight on his face, we

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i'm a big fan of kid's stories that have morals. i like it when the story teaches a lesson, and it's not just a bunch of random or silly events. what's the point of a story that has no point? you know what i mean? anyways that's just my personal preference, but i would rather nathan read a story about a family realizing the importance (and satisfaction) of keeping the house clean then about some

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in honour of the royal wedding today, bernice has decided to write about our wedding. and in honour of bernice writing about our wedding, i have decided to write about it too! now there is way more to a wedding than just the actual day. if you're having a largish wedding, you have to start your planning AT LEAST a year before (or all the good venues will be taken), and many people will start

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good friday. what makes this a good day? this is a day when we remember the death of Jesus. the suffering of Jesus. how can that be good? how can we think about an innocent Man suffering torture, humiliation, and death, and call that good? let me give you a little background. we were made by the God of the universe. He made us and He loves us. we rejected His love and offer of a relationship

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-68974174875837148102011-04-18T21:00:00.001+10:002011-04-19T01:28:54.489+10:00

today i am going to write about diapers. i realize that not everyone is very familiar with diapers, particularly those who aren't parents, or those who haven't worked with kids (or seniors), so i have decided to give you a refresher. ready? diapers are for catching poo and pee. yes that was the whole refresher. diapers are simple things, really. do you want more information? still unclear on a

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..what does that have to do with Andrew? so a long time ago (2005?) i told my friend's little sister i would write a book for her. i think i was supposed to finish writing the book that year. (un)surprisingly, i have not quite been able to finish the book yet. why do i bring up this old news, you ask? because... i started working on the book again! i would give you a sneak preview of what the

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so the other day in our anatomy practicum, we were learning about the recurrent laryngeal nerve and our tutor mentioned how richard dawkins tried to use the recurrent laryngeal nerve as evidence for the theory that evolution is responsible for the origin of life. basically, in humans, the recurrent laryngeal nerve goes from the brain, down into the chest area, then loops back up to the neck to

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so i figured that since i did my blog up to be all medical-related, and since medical school is the whole reason why we're down in australia right now, maybe i should write about something medical or school-related. i guess i kind of did writing about the winning and losing thing.. that whole post kinda came from the online mid-semester test that we had. i mentioned that it was online right?

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-71675559689053001992011-03-28T23:18:00.005+10:002011-04-30T20:44:58.996+10:00

so i have no idea if alison and joanna are the only ones who read the post about the seven truths and three lies game, or if they are just the only ones who had the COURTESY to post their guesses. anyways, i'm going to post the answers. click the link and make your guesses first if you didn't get a chance yet. ready? 1. currently, my favourite accent to imitate is singaporean TRUE - does

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so today i had my midsemester exam for school. it was an online exam, so i was able to do it at home, locked up in my room. when i finally came out, nathan came running to me and said, "daddy, did you win?" i wish i could have told him. how can you define winning when it comes to tests, or school in general? 50? 60? 90? 100? i have always been taught never to settle for anything less than 100%,

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as part of the requirements for my program, i have to complete a "teamwork in action" project, which involves working with a team to plan some kind of charity event. at our first team meeting, as an icebreaker, we played the game "two truths and a lie". the premise of the game is pretty simple. you make three statements about yourself or your experiences, two of which are true, and one of which

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-89601068676017345222011-03-13T21:04:00.000+10:002011-03-13T21:04:29.619+10:00

just remembering some notes i took in class one day on the hazards of staying out in the sun too long.. ..found it quite relevant, considering my current location in Australia. i knew they were right when they said that stuff we learn in school will benefit us for the rest of our lives

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-23042613038214332352011-02-09T23:22:00.008+10:002011-05-01T00:26:35.025+10:00

Quick update on my life for the past month or two for anyone who I haven't kept up with:- baby Caleb was born in December- in January the four of us moved to Brisbane, Australia- I'm now in medical school (4 year program) yeah i know.. same old same old. but anyways, all these new changes in my life mean that i have plenty of stories to tell! and what better way to tell them than through my blog

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if you are one of the rare few who haven't seen the old spice commercials yet, take a look. or if you've already seen it, watch it again to refresh your memory. anyways, i was looking around on the internet and looking at some of the parodies of that commercial, and i had an idea...

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don't you hate those people who try to steal your food? now i'm not talking about the people who always ask to try your food even if they have their own, although that CAN be annoying. and i'm not talking about the people who sneak some of your fries when you're not looking, although that IS pretty underhanded. i'm talking about those people who snatch the slice of pizza right off your plate,

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in this world of technology and global villages, or whatever they like to call that stuff these days, it is becoming increasingly difficult to write about interesting things that happen in your job without your boss finding out. something like those stories about the guy who calls in sick to work then changes his status on facebook to "haha i called in sick to work but i really meant sick OF work

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-20637596832734549002008-04-20T15:06:00.006+10:002011-02-09T23:46:32.414+10:00

warning: some of you may be offended by the story described below. although to be honest, i found it hilarious.so most people have little things they like to do when they're bored or waiting for something. they tap their feet, drum their fingers, crack their knuckles, anything that will help them pass the time. harmless as these things seem, if you're not careful about where you do them, this

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-77387409787855586012008-04-10T16:23:00.005+10:002011-02-09T23:47:08.662+10:00

so i decided to start blogging again. yeah i know... no one cares anymore. but it's okay. i don't know how to write anymore anyways. after going to sleep at 3 am for the past three years, i think all of my brain cells have died except the ones that keep me alive. but its exam time, and i have plenty of time to waste. i mean plenty of time to study. (plenty of waste to study?) so i figured it

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okay so i went camping this past week, and there came a time in that week when i needed to use the facilities. so most campgrounds that you go to, there are one or two buildings called "comfort stations", which are designed as luxurious havens from which you can find respite from the hardship and danger of outhouses the wilderness.okay fine, so maybe they don't advertise it like that. but that's

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-4834689193640801442007-08-22T13:36:00.000+10:002011-02-09T23:50:49.611+10:00

so the other day i was at the park, and i saw this little girl happily approaching the swings, leading her father by the hand. cute, right? yeah, that's what i thought too. at first..as they got closer, i noticed she was not so much leading her father as dragging him reluctantly behind her. she also did not seem to be as happy as i had thought at first. as they got to the swings, i understood

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-64425459303126096822007-08-19T08:09:00.001+10:002011-02-10T17:50:18.359+10:00

one time in grade 7 we told our science teacher that his fly was open (he was always leaving it open). he hung his head in shame and turned his back to the class so he could fix it, but then he realized we tricked him - his fly was okay. he looked like he was going to cry. but then he got mad. we laughed anyway.

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so yesterday i decided to take a break from studying for my exam to play my favourite sport, basketball. i went over to the gym, and it just so happened that there were 10 of us there, so we decided to play 5 on 5.now for those of you who are unfamiliar with the game of basketball, it is played with two teams, which are distinguished by wearing different jerseys. since we were just playing pickup

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i like wendy's.a few weeks ago i went to wendy's intent on sampling the baconator, the latest addition to their menu. now i'm sure you all probably figured that despite the cool name, the baconator is really just a regular burger with some extra bacon and some kinda sauce. well it's true. but i'm a sucker for any kind of food commercials on tv, and the wendy's commercial left me tasting bacon in

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okay so my boss is one of those people, that when he opens his mouth, you automatically disbelieve him. he could be saying that the sky is blue, and i'd be like YEAH RIGHT. well anyways, one time at lunch, he was regaling us with stories of his negotiating prowess. now my boss likes to think of himself as somewhat of an authority on whatever strikes his fancy, and in this particular case, he

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for those of you who don't know, i started writing this blog when i was working at my first coop placement because a) i was bored, and b) i was so astounded by the sheer lunacy of my boss, who i believe the french would describe as an imbecile, that i felt i needed to shout it from the rooftops and proclaim it to the world. i was actually contemplating climbing the roof of my building, but then i

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do you ever get those emails from people who put a whole bunch of stuff in their signature thing that goes at the end of the email? you know what i'm talking about right? they'll have like a little quote or something.. like:hey andrewi just wanted to let you know that i read all your blogs and you're great.geoff chan~basketball is fun~you know people like that right? now i'm not saying anything's

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okay so i know it's been a very long time.. sorry guys.. i've been really busy. and lazy. but mostly busy. and i haven't really had that much inspiration over the past few months. but anyways hopefully i'll have more time over the next few months so it can get a bit more regular. so. i was thinking the other day... ..and i think my prof is a robot. okay okay, i know what you're all thinking, "

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okay so i decided to try studying on campus this past week for my exams. usually i study at home, but since i always get so distracted at home, i figured it couldn't hurt to try studying somewhere else. since i've been spending upwards of 6 hours away from my place every day, consuming plentiful amounts of food and drink, you can imagine that there have been several times when... nature has

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1152241772489371082006-07-07T12:07:00.000+10:002011-02-09T23:57:01.255+10:00

so i went to wonderland the other day. actually this was a few weeks ago, so forgive me if my memory is a little shaky. i was meaning to write about this earlier, but i've been kind of busy, and the whole experience was so ridiculous that i thought my imagination was playing tricks on me.okay it was around dinner time, and we went to this restaurant by top gun. i think it was called back lot

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1144201000863973462006-04-05T10:29:00.000+10:002011-02-09T23:57:01.255+10:00

okay so today i was eating dinner at a little vietnamese restaurant. i saw this couple come in, and they were buying takeout. so you know how at a lot of vietnamese places, they have a little thing on each table with a bunch of chopsticks and spoons and stuff like that? it's not like chinese restaurants, that have a nice napkin and pair of chopsticks at each place, the vietnamese restaurants just

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can someone please explain to me why ecko red makes blue t-shirts?

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i took a course called HLTH 100 last term. it was about old people and the problems they have. or something like that. so as a result, i learned some things about the diseases or conditions that people can have as they get older. now i would like to share my knowledge with you. for a while now, i have been worried that my anatomy professor suffers from a mild case of dementia. lets diagnose

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i'm sure most of you are familiar with the phrase, "boys are stupid, throw rocks at them". perhaps you are not as familiar with its brother, "girls are stupid, throw computers at them".this second phrase is derived from the common belief that girls are somewhat unskilled with computers. now i hope you all realize that i am in no way endorsing this belief. i'm sure there are very many girls whose

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1129613523510903762005-10-18T15:32:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:15:53.314+10:00

one time i was playing in the playground and i stepped in a pile of dog poo. it smelled really bad, so i blamed it on some little kid who wanted to play with us. he cried.

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it's been so long since i've had any inspiration to write. yes, i HAVE used the toilet this month. it just seems that they (toilets) no longer inspire me. now, the only time i associate with them is when i have to use them. no more gazing deeply into the depths of their liquid souls, no more long, drawn-out conversations, no more sharing our hopes, fears, and dreams. now our relationship seems so

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1125888831706284972005-09-05T12:53:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:14:13.029+10:00

looking back on some of the comments on my blog, i noticed the reader who helpfully suggested the guadeloupe/cantaloupe theory had commented a couple more times.allow me to describe our situation. i wrote about how the country named guadeloupe was strikingly reminiscent of the fruit named cantaloupe, and suggested that perhaps the country was loosely named after the fruit. one of my readers

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is it REALLY necessary to shower every day? i mean come on... every time i tell someone that i haven't showered for a few days (not that this is a common occurrence) they react like they just stopped in a pile of dog poo. there's the wrinkling of the nose, the look of shock and disgust, and the involuntary step back. like all of a sudden they have just become aware of a putrid odour of which i am

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1125030972102677102005-08-26T14:40:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:16:41.799+10:00

so this is my first blog from outside of work. up until this time, i have tried to only write my blogs during work time, so it would seem like i had a little bit of a life. but now i have given in. and it has been revealed: i have no life. i'm just kidding of course. no offense to all you male bloggers out there. i'm sure some of you have very meaningful things to say. some of you..anyways, lets

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1124830144066944162005-08-24T06:49:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:14:13.029+10:00

as my first work term draws to a close, i'm left with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. it's probably because of the orange i'm eating. my dad seems to have a knack for buying sour oranges.so what have i learned this term... i've learned that some people enjoy my style of writing! my supervisor even said so. no, he doesn't read my blog. after he read my work term report, he said he really liked

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1124396570399630542005-08-19T06:22:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:15:53.315+10:00

let me begin by assuring you that i do not have any sort of fascination with toilets or other bathroom related topics. the theme of my blog is NOT toilets, the dissipation of bodily waste, or anything like that. now that we have made that clear, i am going to talk about toilets. this topic was suggested to me by a friend, and i was delighted to... i mean, i grudgingly agreed to talk once more

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1124225606572806502005-08-17T06:55:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:14:13.030+10:00

today my job satisfaction increased tenfold. the reason? i now have a leather chair. it rocks back and forth very nicely, and i find it very comfortable. i took it from some empty office. i'm sure you're wondering how the simple upgrade of a chair could result in such a large increase in happiness. no, it's not because simple things please simple minds. rather it is because i can now sleep

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1124112150854042282005-08-15T23:20:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:14:13.030+10:00

one of my readers (if i had to guess, i'd say alexis) was kind enough to leave this comment after my post on countries:" I'm sure some of the amusement that you derive from these "interesting" country names comes from your point of view. For example, you believe that the one who named Guadeloupe rather favoured cantaloupes. However, it is likely that a native of said Guadeloupe believes that

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several individuals, in response to my post, have expressed to me their thoughts on why people announce their farts. i do not know if they are trying to attack my credibility, or if they are merely trying to be helpful. it was pointed out to me that some people may announce their farts as a warning, out of courtesy. another person suggested that people may announce it to clear up any

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so yesterday and today i was busy helping someone out with some very boring spreadsheet work. basically i had to look up the numbering plans (for phone numbers) for EVERY different country, and put them into a spreadsheet for some other guy. it ended up being a spreadsheet of almost 2500 rows. that's two and a half THOUSAND rows. there are less than forty rows on an excel page, that means over

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1123531663926543442005-08-09T06:07:00.000+10:002011-02-09T23:57:01.256+10:00

the men's washroom at my office is not maintained very well. i have already mentioned that there is a fellow who enjoys leaving presents behind for the next toilet user. well let me tell you a few more things about the environment of our, uh, waste management facility. there are two sinks, two stalls, and one urinal. there is plenty of open space, they could have fit a couch in there if they

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why do people announce when they are going to fart? i do not think this is necessary. it's like a prophesy of impending doom, except there is nothing that you can do to avoid it. in many of the prophesies of the Bible, the prophet would tell the people to repent, or else they would be punished. in this case, the punishment is inevitable. there is no "unless you change your ways, i will

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so the other day someone, i think it was my brother, suggested that i listen to music at work, to help pass the time. i mean, to help me concentrate. it seemed like a great idea, although there were obvious drawbacks. the primary drawback being that music will throw off my keen sense of hearing, which so far has been my early warning system for impending "surprise" office visits. thankfully, the

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so i was looking through some of the responses to my heartwarming piece on toilets. one of my readers (haha) had the following comment: "one question: why are you looking so intently into the toilet at work?" i do not know if this question was out of curiosity, or if it was merely a poorly disguised attempt to suggest that i am some kind of sick person who goes around looking at toilets. however,

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1122579925348777012005-07-29T05:42:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:16:41.800+10:00

some of you have mentioned that you were unable to make a comment because my blog does not allow for comments from people who haven't signed up. well i fixed that, so feel free to comment as much as you would like. might i suggest that if you enjoy reading my writing, perhaps i might enjoy reading yours? i'm just kidding of course. if you refuse to leave a comment for me to read, i'm sure i can

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warning: the following discussion is not for the faint of heart. may cause disgust and lack of appetite.so i was looking at the toilet today in the washroom, and i noticed that there were skid marks. again. and these were huge skid marks, not just a faint smudge. it's like those logs got sent down the river in a hurry, if you know what i mean. if you don't know what skid marks are, perhaps you

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have you seen any of the terminator movies? arnold and that girl in the third movie were robots sent from the future to assassinate some guy. actually, i believe they preferred to be referred to as "cybernetic organisms". i firmly believe that my supervisor is one of their ilk. i have not yet discovered who he has been sent to kill, or even why he is posing as a full-time employee at this

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today my boss asked me if i have a watch. i said yes, it's at home. so then he asked why i don't wear it. before i had a chance to answer, he started going on about how i think i'm so good because i'm a waterloo student, and i don't need a watch, and then his kids don't always wear a watch, and it's so annoying because they always ask for the time, and asking how i can manage a schedule

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1122410500776163532005-07-27T06:41:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:14:13.032+10:00

ah.. my second post. it feels good to have somewhere to rant about the frustrations of life. allow me to give you a little glimpse into the working life of Andrew Tsoi, computer programmer.so a few days ago, my supervisor came up with this idea to create a messaging system to deliver system-level messages to our clients about various issues, like system shutdowns, or reboots, etc. (don't worry if

Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870853619768797167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14829684.post-1122385541972230952005-07-26T23:45:00.000+10:002011-02-10T00:14:13.033+10:00

6:00 am: dad wakes me up6:01 am: dad leaves room6:02 am: i go back to sleep6:15 am: dad starts yelling6:20 am: dad enters room with sharp object6:20 am: i wake uphaha just kidding of course... this will not be one of *those* blogs, i promise you. so then why, you ask, do i have a blog? and why, you ask, is it called "spog-blot"? i will deal with these questions one at a time.well to answer the

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