Power point slides from hell

You’ve had the experience many times: sat down in a conference room for a PowerPoint presentation, gotten the cheerful intro from the presenter, felt hopeful as you eyed the big first slide projected on the screen with its cool corporate colors, and then WHAM! Slide 2 hits you like a ton o’ bricks. It is packed to the gills with text, using all five levels of bullet points and every micron of space on the slide, in the tiniest possible type — something like this:

If you had hope for the presentation, it evaporates. Once again, you’re the victim of bullet-point abuse. The presenter has filled the slide with bullet-pointed text and expects you to read it all, as he or she covers each point. And you know there are probably 20 slides to come that look just like this one. The room feels airless, and you plot your escape.

Unfortunately, I will have this coming at me every fortnight for the rest of the year foreseeable next few months. Wish me luck and the energy to stay awake through it all.

Writers Block

I have run out of ideas out of ideas (that my friends don’t already know) to blog.

Seriously, when a blog get to a certain age, it seems that everyone you know, knows you personally.

In the old times I usually blog about my annoyance with some people and now I can’t because they probably are reading it. I cannot blog about work because my colleagues are reading it. I cannot blog about politics because the government is reading it!

I can’t even blog about field trips! <– That is because I haven’t been to any lately :P

The thing I want to say is, I miss the anonymity of being a blogger. My blog has now become more of a repost of trinkets I find on the Internet and less on what is happening in my life. Seriously, what’s there about my life that close friends don’t already know.

I notice other blogs are suffering the same fatigue. Most blogs I see are out for cash. Choke full of advertisements that irritates more than being useful, articles that consists of a sensationalist title followed by a paragraph of summary cap with another paragraph of rant. A school kid can write more.

Then there are others that are more PR than personal blog. Kennysia used to be personal, now it’s going more towards his sponsorship deal coverage and less his usual humours take on life.

My close friends used to blog too but perhaps due to long working hours, weeds are growing out of the HTML tags (if it’s possible, it already had happened).

I realize the only thing I can blog on now are rants on the public in general and philosophical topics such as “Why is an Orange orange.” Boring~

 

On another note, I realize I have been taking less and less photos. Noooo.. this must change!

Promise, more photos next time.

Thai food is not from Taiwan

Xi Wen says: Thai food is not from TAIWAN Goddammit!

I AGREE!

Best joke I’ve heard this week.. :)

Second hand smoke

^ Second hand smoke never got this sexy

Weird Dream

My record of the usual dreamless nights had its streak broken. Got a weird dream last night and I had no idea what it meant or where the seed for that particular dream came from.

It came with no warning, no turning in bed sweating it out etc. Basically from what I can remember the dream just pop’ed in.

It started off with my detached hand (first person view) holding a normal screw top twisted florescent light bulb. I keep getting the feeling that it’s from the Phillips brand although it is not mentioned or shown in my dream. Must be the residue mental images from the real world that all light bulbs (at least in my house) are all from Philips.

So I’m holding this light bulb, and someone planted this thought (aka telepathically, since I don’t recall seeing anyone around me), that you can actually twist the bulb’s filament into weird shapes and it still will shine!

I remembered twisting it into a mess just to see if it will break, similar to those twisted wires that you have to run a hoop through without touching it, the same shape.

I don’t recall anyone talking to me about the shape nor did I tried it out to see if it will work, but here comes the weird part: the same telepathic thought tells me that I can dip the twisted bulb into ORANGE JUICE if I want to make the shape permanent and give it a yellow glow!

LOL

The dream ends here and I have no clue if it’s telling me to go invent this or lookout for someone who already did or just imagination run wild…

Any ideas?