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Big minds talk about ideas. Average minds talk about events. Small minds talk about people. How about the minds that talk to Simsimi?

I've seen the notifications all over Facebook. They swarm like flies on a dead rat's carcass. I bet you're a lot familiar already of that application bearing the fat version of Tweety Bird (as it claims to be).

Like a human endowed with the gift of speech, this organism (I think it really is, like some amoeba that just grows somewhere, ready ...

For the record I have been in school for almost 23 years now. Fourteen of those years were spent with me as a student and the other nine years, as a teacher (not counting those summers I spent as a student for my postgraduate studies). You could say I have learned what I could but really to be honest, I have not learned enough. For certainly, there is no limit to what the mind of man can achieve (even with all our learning, we are just using about 10 percent of our brains while the rest remains ...

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Appetizers, main disheS to deserts

I have been a school bus rider for almost eight years now. While the perks of having to ride the aircon bus includes sleeping there the whole trip and saving up on fare (that just recently hiked up), waking up early just to catch it, usually overrides those perks.

Yet while most of my coworkers avoid the ride, what with a lot of blind alleys, and endless curves, I actually lavish in it. I guess it's one of those reasons I really drag myself up early each day for work (even when I only ...

perhaps it was the way you tied up your brown, wavy hair all the way back. nothing exquisite; just a piece of rubber band or a humble hair clip. the nape of your neck peers from between the collar of your white blouse and your wildly beautiful hair.

i have worshiped those strands of hair that evade your tiny hands, those that gracefully fall on the side of your face unnoticed. somehow your eyes grow wider with those silent strands framing your face.

and when they finally ...

you smelled of sweet, freshly laundered clothes; clean and innocent.

i saw you standing there near the glass panels waiting for me. your hair was the usual unkempt, pointing-to-ten-different-directions style that you usually had. that was the first time i saw you then. you had a ready smile. your puppy eyes too darn beautiful to resist. then we went inside.

imagine a family size pizza that's good for two. yeah, we ate it all. drawing silent and secret deep breaths to calm ...

There is something far more ineffable than merely saying that one is in the presence of friends. The endless chatter, the conversations that resemble that of the Arabian Nights, the somewhat effervescent tete-a-tete just to pass away a hiatus that's been nagging one on hectic weekdays are some of the reasons for such confluence.

It all started with one thing: our fascination with siomai. I never knew that we would click right then and there. We never mentioned about it in the forums, ...