Why is it that whenever i'm in a hurry, the fucking lights are always bloody red? Even on a stupid trams. The speed limits are 60, ffs, please travel at 60kmh.
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Even in class, i think about cats and driving my skyline.
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Because i feel bored and pretty much at ease on the tram, i can blog again.

Apparently this morning, some guy was carjacked, and in the process, he got stabbed in the ribs and in the throat. The amazing thing is that he survived, so that's well and good. But i feel bad for the guy, losing his car and almost losing his life.

Now, why would someone do shit like this to another person? Could anybody be that desperate? Frankly, in australia i don't think so.

So why? Nobody knows. Its the same pieces of trash encountered at boxhill station who threaten people for food. Maybe if they would lay off the drugs and alcohol, they would have enough money to eat. Or put a bullet in their own heads, so they won't have to spend a cent again.

Anyway, the stabbings had occured about 600kms from melbourne, near the southeastern border of nsw, mildura. So that's not much of a concern for us melbournians.

But, an indian national was jailed 13 years for rape of a woman, a little closer to home this time. He raped a student from melbourne uni in june 09.

Makes you wonder about the safety in melbourne.

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So what did i learn from that previous copy-pasted post from somewhere obscure?

I learnt that gossip is good. It entertains people and gives people something to talk about. I don't mind if people talk bad about me and spread rumours about me, as long as i get to do the same about them.

But, whatever you do, DO NOT FUCKING TEACH ME HOW TO COOK MY STEAK.

End rant.

Words of Wisdom






Keep this in mind the next time you are about to repeat a rumour or spread gossip.

In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.

One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about Diogenes?"

"Wait a moment," Socrates replied, "Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."
'Triple filter?" asked the acquaintance.

"That's right," Socrates continued, "Before you talk to me about Diogenes let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say.

The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you areabout to tell me is true?"

"No," the man said, "Actually I just heard about it."

"All right," said Socrates, "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about Diogenes something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates continued, "You want to tell me something about Diogenes that may be bad, even though you're not certain it's true?"

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued, "You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about Diogenes going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even useful, why tell it to me or anyone at all?"�

The man was bewildered and ashamed. This is an example of why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.


It also explains why Socrates never found out that Diogenes was shagging his wife.