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June 26, 2007

Words I’ve Added to My Phone Dictionary

Having owned this phone for several months now, I had a look at my phone dictionary’s entered words—the ones it doesn’t already know that you have to programme in manually—and some of those were surprising. Clearly, I put them in because they were used often enough. A lot are also meaningless sounds I generate in real life then attempt to spell. (Those with asterisks are also in the dictionary as-is; I censor curses online, so why not on SMS too.)

Here’s the complete list:

abt agh aiyah aiyoh
argh aww b**ch bah
bk blog brg bukit timah
cheh cheong comfy crap
damn dodgy duh durian
f**k farrer gd geez
haduken haha harrumph heh
hehe jinx k? k.
lah lasagna karting kenna
keppel KL ltr miffed
mucus muppet NUS okeydokes
okeydokey okeypokes omelette omg
ooh peking piang phew
pimple pissed prawn psp
pui queasy rsvp sh*t
sian skiver slut snobbish
smurf tmrw twds USB
VW vickiho wah yay
yikes yum zdnet



June 24, 2007

Tuesday is Feed Reading Day

It seems I read the most posts on Tuesdays. I’m guessing Monday being a moderately well-read day is due optimism about a new work week and promises to myself to keep the posts I read of the strictly work-inclined variety (i.e. tech blogs, business blogs).

Tuesdays I forget my promise easily and read a mix of fun blogs, friends’ blogs, personal interest blogs…Oh crap, what about all those tech blogs? Better click on some of those, too.

Wednesdays to Fridays start a steady (and strangely even, going by the chart) decline as deadlines catch up and I realise that articles get written when I actually write them—as opposed to clicking idly through my feed reader “getting inspiration”.

And the amount of time I spend reading on weekends is limited to the precious minutes as I read in bed, planning to conquer new reading ground, but always before the narcolepsy washes over me.

It’s like playing Russian roulette, because I never know if I’m going to wake up face-down on the keyboard, next to the laptop (getting my face fried by the fan) or mysteriously, miraculously tucked in bed.

Who knew a feed reader could say so much about you?


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