One of those things where the ‘words’ just kept coming to my head and I kept typing till it stopped

plink ploink

plinkety ploink

the da dum di doink

went hickory hoink

honk ponk pink and ponk

the mouse ran up the ivory tonk

jumbo sneezed.. the room went thonk

and that was the end of hickory donk

the mouse he jumped

bing bang he fell and bumped

into the train running in the rain

and on the soldiers marched not to be trumped

pitter patter

drops they splattered

cold and wet.. searched for cover

did the little mouse.. beaten and battered

welcome to my parlour said the gingerbread man

i saw you run as fast as you can

here you’ll find shelter.. through summer and winter

and plenty of bread to eat with the cookies and jam

the end

-Adnan Issadeen

If someone asks me as I often do myself, would I want to go back and live part of my life differently? The answer would be yes.

Hardly a week goes by where I don’t look at my school life and wish that I had an understanding of what education truly meant. I look at all those hours I spent in a tuition class following a broken system that was 98% rote memorization and regurgitation. All for a higher grade at the exams.

I look at the time my brother and father spent trying to teach me programming and I wish I had understood at that time that it wasn’t about syntax. Despite the two of them trying to teach me from a syntactical point of view, it was always about the logic.

It isn’t a regret. I couldn’t have done things differently at the time. I learnt these things much later on. And while I’ve learnt many things that would be invaluable if I had known them back then, I still wish that I could go back and redo my school life with that understanding of education.

It isn’t a regret. Just a wish :).

One of the issues with dubstep is that people think that electronic noises thrashing to the beat pattern should be included as part of a measure of what all dubstep is about.

That’s like saying Rebecca black is part of what all rap is just because of a random black guy popping up in the middle and rapping who knows what.

Or like saying that someone who takes photos that come out looking good thanks to the expensive camera and a bit of Adobe magic is what Professional Photography is all about. .

Was listening to the lyrics of Adele’s song, Someone like you. Bit whiny I’ve got to say. If you get dumped/left behind by someone or even if some guy just broke up simply because he didn’t think the relationship would work out in the long run you’ve got to be silly in the head to want someone like that again.

Funny thing is that a lot of people do that. Find someone like the previous person. And then they wonder why the cycle of things never working out continues.

Oddities of life I guess.