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June, 2006

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Matters of Fact and Fitness

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Did you know that when you think, this is as active as your brain gets? (The red bits, people, spot the red bits).

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Given the amount of ‘thinking’ I get up to… I think it explains quite a lot of phenomena that occur in Idlanland.

(http://www.brainage.com)

Purple Suits and Pretzels

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Recently, 69 year old pensioner Josephine Rooney (no relation to Wunderkid Wazza) was jailed because she refused to pay £800 council tax. Council tax is paid in Britain to cover the costs of general upkeep of the locality, ranging from physical maintainance to overall health and safety. Rooney justified her decision by claiming that the her city council failed to clean up her area.

Assuming that our income tax in Malaysia, in part, goes to paying the salaries of MPs, can we then opt to not pay a certain amount, as our ‘conscientious objection’ against the amount of drivel, racism and juvenile acts that take place in our parliaments, perpetrated by none other than the ones chosen by the ballot box?

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Let’s read that again…..
Yep, uhuh.. that’s what I thought

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I’ve just realised what I can watch if there is no footy on tv – tennis! Now that Henman is out of the way, bring on the real stars! Here’s to Andy Murray – the next big Scottish thing..

Jump!

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The girls sat behind me on the bus were clearly entertaining a friend who had never been to the Uni campus before.

“There’s the library,” one piped up, giving the busman’s lazy guided tour.
“The Ruskin Library? That’s your library?” the visiting friend asked.
“Well no.. it’s the building behind it. I’ve never been in the Ruskin Library.”

You, me and perhaps 98% of of the Uni’s population.

They natter on about the weather, how glorious the campus is on a fantastically sunny day, and how murky it can be when it’s gray. “It’s always gray up here,” one of them said with a sigh.

The bus went through the underpass (“Here’s our underpass where all the buses stop”) and round the roundabout at the top of the road.

“Ooooh.. that’s Bowland Tower. Where people go to kill themselves,” the first girl exclaimed.
“Suicide?” the visitor was no longer convinced her trip to Lancaster was going to be a happy one.
“Yeah, apparently Lancaster has got the highest suicide rate of all unis in the UK,” the second girl stated matter-of-factly.
“No, that’s Hull. They’ve got more suicides,” the first girl replied. Their friend was conspicously silent.
“Oh yeah. Hull. That’s also the grimmest place to live in the UK.”

I am glad I am not from Hull. But here’s a picture of Bowland Tower. Where people go kill themselves.

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You know what I love about the whole Nintendo range, from their Gameboys right up to the DS? Its backward compatibility. No matter how advanced your console is, it can almost always play the stuff made for earlier consoles.

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Did I ever mention that the hours, minutes and seconds leading up to my presentation and interview, the only way I could calm down was by whipping out my GameBoy and having a go on Tetris? When I become queen of the free world, Alexey Pajitnov will get a knighthood.

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I don’t suppose anyone is willing to come with me for a househunting trip down South? I have very poor taste, a second (and third, if possible) opinion is priceless!