all that glitters is gold.
somebody once asked me if i could spare some change for gas
i need to get away from this place.
i said yep, what a concept i could use a little gas myself and
we all could use a little change.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Hacker Manifesto
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in secondary schoo. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Tan, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in secondary schoo. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Tan, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
Monday, March 23, 2009
NTSS PROJECT OBAMA 2009 5-1, WE NEED CHANGE. A.K.A FUCK THE MAK
Dear Mr. Chan Leong Teck,
Head of Department for Science.
I’m writing this letter to you on behalf of NA5-1.We hope you will read this letter with upmost importance. Our class feels that we are in need of a new Chemistry teacher, one that is better able to understand our needs and focused on getting us distinctions instead of mere passes. We need a teacher that is competent enough to guide us and explain topics in a detailed and comprehensible way.
Ever since Madam Fong left us last year in 2008 we have recede drastically and faced many difficult challenges and questions that we were not able to overcome. That is when, for my class, our future dimmed. I am not exaggerating, chemistry itself is a hard concept to grasp and master especially with all the new topics such as electrolysis and Qualitive analysis. Even probably with a good teacher these topics would be a little tricky, however, for my class it’s not tricky, it’s not. Mr. Mac took over and taught us in a very weird fashion that was totally different from all our previous Science teachers.
That year, the level and class were unable to score an A-1 for our Combined Science. It was not our Physics teacher’s fault in fact she was doing fine and we were able to understand and appreciate her lessons. Our chemistry pulled us down! In the beginning of the year; we as a class were scoring impressive grades and doing remarkably fine, that is till Mr. Mac took over.
Hard or difficult, we as a whole are totally clueless. We as a class try our best to listen to him, but his explanations are often sub-standard and no one is able to understand. Even the textbook can teach better than him, often we have to self-study and go through textbooks and notes given by tuition teachers and friends. The jump ahead from sec 4 NA to sec 5 is big, we need help, and we certainly cannot hope to do well unless our chemistry teacher Mr. Mac is changed. We as a class plead for your understanding and co-operation that we do need a new chemistry teacher.
The words we used here may seem a little harsh but it is the truth, there is a problem and it needs to be fixed. Fixed now! We hope that you will be able to take some time off to come and pay our class a visit after school. We will probably be better able to explain to you our problems and how you can help us, hopefully by this week (without the presence of Mr. Mac). I can arrange for a date and time and the class will stay back to discuss this issue. We really do wish for a better teacher, honestly.
Yours sincerely
5/1
Head of Department for Science.
I’m writing this letter to you on behalf of NA5-1.We hope you will read this letter with upmost importance. Our class feels that we are in need of a new Chemistry teacher, one that is better able to understand our needs and focused on getting us distinctions instead of mere passes. We need a teacher that is competent enough to guide us and explain topics in a detailed and comprehensible way.
Ever since Madam Fong left us last year in 2008 we have recede drastically and faced many difficult challenges and questions that we were not able to overcome. That is when, for my class, our future dimmed. I am not exaggerating, chemistry itself is a hard concept to grasp and master especially with all the new topics such as electrolysis and Qualitive analysis. Even probably with a good teacher these topics would be a little tricky, however, for my class it’s not tricky, it’s not. Mr. Mac took over and taught us in a very weird fashion that was totally different from all our previous Science teachers.
That year, the level and class were unable to score an A-1 for our Combined Science. It was not our Physics teacher’s fault in fact she was doing fine and we were able to understand and appreciate her lessons. Our chemistry pulled us down! In the beginning of the year; we as a class were scoring impressive grades and doing remarkably fine, that is till Mr. Mac took over.
Hard or difficult, we as a whole are totally clueless. We as a class try our best to listen to him, but his explanations are often sub-standard and no one is able to understand. Even the textbook can teach better than him, often we have to self-study and go through textbooks and notes given by tuition teachers and friends. The jump ahead from sec 4 NA to sec 5 is big, we need help, and we certainly cannot hope to do well unless our chemistry teacher Mr. Mac is changed. We as a class plead for your understanding and co-operation that we do need a new chemistry teacher.
The words we used here may seem a little harsh but it is the truth, there is a problem and it needs to be fixed. Fixed now! We hope that you will be able to take some time off to come and pay our class a visit after school. We will probably be better able to explain to you our problems and how you can help us, hopefully by this week (without the presence of Mr. Mac). I can arrange for a date and time and the class will stay back to discuss this issue. We really do wish for a better teacher, honestly.
Yours sincerely
5/1
Friday, March 20, 2009
Maybe I can Change
dick. says:
now, will it ever be the same again?
and will it ever feel right?
the false start, then i tried to twist your heart
but i supposed it always knows
i know how i let you down
but maybe i can change this time around
this heart and these hands are mine
maybe i change this time.
soon i'm gonna be an older man
and i will struggle to remember
the blank space when i tried to see your face
the blinded eye, i can't replace.
Oh Why can't we go back again?
Rain, Rain will you ever go away?
Come back again some other day
but i've tried you out with the things i do
but i can change, and change you too
but still somehow, i have to say
i'm on my way
gone...
now, will it ever be the same again?
and will it ever feel right?
the false start, then i tried to twist your heart
but i supposed it always knows
i know how i let you down
but maybe i can change this time around
this heart and these hands are mine
maybe i change this time.
soon i'm gonna be an older man
and i will struggle to remember
the blank space when i tried to see your face
the blinded eye, i can't replace.
Oh Why can't we go back again?
Rain, Rain will you ever go away?
Come back again some other day
but i've tried you out with the things i do
but i can change, and change you too
but still somehow, i have to say
i'm on my way
gone...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
i've made it
I have been lost for quite a while now, and I don’t know if it’s self inflicted or just the world mocking me. It’s been quite like this for sometime and I’m kinda feeling nuts. It seems that I enjoy being swept away by the wind. Constantly changing sides. But deep inside I know That’s why I’m trying to break free, from this prison I myself created.
With the help of my family and friends, I’m slowly getting out from the shackles that almost contained my very soul. Now I see a road. Quite familiar it seems, like I’ve been here before. A strong feeling of happiness runs through my very veins. Which awakened my senses, this is the road where I used to walk. Now that I’m here, seems that I made it!
Moonlight Magic
I’ve always been fascinated by the scenery when the night comes. Especially when the moon comes out. It’s like an invigorating event where your body and soul replenishes its consumed energy during the day. God sure is a one of a kind artist. From the smallest piece to the biggest thing, He sure does it
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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