Steve Jobs’ commencement speech at Stanford in 2005, in 2 parts from 7 minutes each, with English subtitles.

I’ve seen this video 3 years ago and it really made a huge impression on me! Whenever I feel uncertain about my self, I always watch it over and over again…

• “You can’t connect the dots in your life looking forward…you can only connect them looking backwards! So have faith in every choice you make, even when it leads you off the well-worn path…have faith in yourself!”

• “You’ve got to find what you love…if you haven’t found it yet, keep looking and don’t settle!”

• “Always have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become!”

(You can find information about Steve Jobs in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Jobs)

But I still think that Mac sucks!

Can you find the missing pages?

This is just a little game I made. If you like riddles, I think you will enjoy this one!

It’s really simple. Your goal is to find the missing pages. Of course there are no links from one page to the other. Instead there are riddles which will give you the address of the next page!

You can find the game and more detailed instructions here.

Have fun!

(You can also find it as a featured article in CentOS Newsletter)

Day 1

Today I decided to install Linux. You can’t be a hacker if you don’t have Linux. Actually I want to hook up with Mary and threaten my friends that I’m a hacker and I can easily steal all their passwords, their money, and have Interpol and CIA chasing them. I asked Didi, who already has Linux and is a hacker, and he told me to download a ‘bistro’ … and I can’t remember the other thing but it was something that ended in –tos. This is what all hardcore hackers have. That’s why I want to be a hardcore hacker!

P.S.: Despite the fact that Didi is a hacker, he is still a virgin. Weird!!!!

Day 2

I’ve searched the Internet for ‘bistro’. Something weird is going on according to the Internet, bistros are restaurants and the only thing I found that ended in –tos was Star Trek: TOS. And the only guy who knows about that is Jeff Albertson, if I remember correctly. I have to ask Didi again I must have misunderstood something he said. Otherwise, either Linux has something to do with food or stars!

Day 3

According to Didi, it was distro and not bistro and also that I should search for CentOS and not Star Trek.

But I’m not going to speak to him again, because when I asked him if he would help me to steal Mary’s MSN password, he gave me the finger and told me to go f*** myself. I think that is because he likes Mary too!

I found CentOS. While I was downloading it, I searched and found a guide on how to steal MSN passwords. I followed the instructions and sent an email to all_your_base_are@belong.to.us with my username and password and he answered that he would send me Mary’s password in 3 hours. I’m so excited. I am already feeling like a real little hacker!

Day 4

I’m copying CentOS to a CD and for some reason I can’t get into MSN! I’m certain that it’s Microsoft’s fault (Micro$oft or Microsucks, as Didi used to say). I really have to start making fun of Micro$oft as Didi does, that’s the hacker way! I also have to figure out what is this GNU thing that Didi used to talk about, apparently it is some sort of animal.

Day 5

Finally I’m going to install CentOS. I can’t find anywhere the setup.exe file in the CD probably something went wrong when I was downloading it, I will download it again. I also created a new MSN and resent my account details in order to have Mary’s password but this time I added a background image with a penguin that says ‘Linux Rules’.

Day 6

At the end, there wasn’t anything wrong with the CD. Today when I switched on my pc, it said to press Enter in order to boot CentOS. What happened??? I’ve never pressed Enter with so much excitement.

• It told me to choose a language: English (as Didi said, everything should be in English)

• Then it asked me to choose a country: Cambodia (this way, when I hack someone, he will try to find me in Cambodia)

• Then it was asking something about a keymap, I didn’t understand it. I only know googlemap!!!

• After that, Host Name, I should enter something really cool, after a while, I’ve got it: Cyber Hacker of Doom!

• What? Another name? Domain Name???? I entered the same. I was bored to search for a new one.

• Partitions? What are these now? There were some stuff explaining about partitions, but I was bored to read them so I pressed Enter four times what can go wrong?!?!?! Linux is pretty easy!

• It told me to choose some packages but I admit I got lost there were 6489 packages with weird names like term, amf, gtk and some other acronyms. 1309 of them were editors why do hackers need so many editors? In Windows I’ve never used notepad not even once. I picked randomly some packages. I did the same thing with some other weird stuff, called kernel modules!

Day 10

Finally I managed to install CentOS the downside is that I have no internet, the sound doesn’t work, one of DVD drives doesn’t open, the display resolution is only at 640×480 and 16 colours, keyboard writes only in Japanese and I lost Windows with all the files I had as well as Mary’s MSN I’m sure it’s Micro$oft’s fault. I have to find a way to get to internet. I have to talk to Didi.

Day 11

Didi told me that I’m an idiot – I think he is jealous – but he explained me how I can get online, of course I didn’t understand much. I bought a new modem, because the old one was a win-modem, but when I tried it there were some weird noises.

Day 15

Finally I understood what these weird noises were, the modem was calling a number in Cambodia and the noise was Pot Sen Xoa, a villager from Pailin luckily he spoke a little English and we managed to communicate. He understood what I was going through and he proposed to call him and he would read the local newspaper to me so that I will be learning the world news!

Day 16

I asked some kids in a net café in my neighborhood and they told me how to get online. I did it!!!! I connected to the internet! I found some hacker forums and I told them that I had CentOS and that I wanted to steal Mary’s password. They told me to press: sudo rm –rf / . Suddenly everything went black the PC is no longer booting up! I’m sure it’s Micro$oft fault!

Day 17

I talked to Mary and she told me that she became an emo. I decided to drop out of being a hacker.

I WILL BECOME AN EMO!

Day 18

Mary hooked up with Alex, who’s not an emo, but he has a personal website!

P.S.: Is it hard to create a personal website? I’ll ask Didi!

There are times in our lives that we have so many things to do, that we wish there were more than 24 hours a day to work! So many assignments, readings, projects and social obligations that sleeping in not a luxury we can enjoy anymore. Inevitably, it comes down to two choices:

1. Either drop out some of the things we have to do, or
2. Do everything in such a hurry that will not reflect our potentials.

I have a friend who is in a similar situation (I won’t tell his name, but it starts and ends with D ), so the next story is dedicated to him!

The glass jar and the two pints of beer

The professor stood before his students of a philosophy class, with some items in his hands. When the class calmed down, he took in his hand a big glass jar and started filling it with tennis balls. When there wasn’t any more space for another tennis ball, he looked at his students and asked them if the jar was full. Without any hesitation, all the students yelled “Yes“.

The professor laughed, took some small rocks in his hand, and began to put them into the jar. The small rocks filled all the gaps between the tennis balls, and when there wasn’t any more room for them, the professor looked at the class and asked:
“Is the jar full now?“
The class, with some hesitation this time, agreed that the jar was full!

The professor laughed again and started pouring sand into the jar. The grains of sand filled all the gaps between the small rocks and when there wasn’t any more room, he repeated the question:
“Is the jar full now?“
This time, the class didn’t answer at once, afraid of making the same mistake again, but after a while they agreed that the jar was full!

The professor smiled again, causing the students to sigh. He took two pints and started pouring the beer into the jar. The liquid filled all the remaining gaps of the jar, and the professor turned to the class and asked again:
“Is the jar full now?“
The students started laughing and they all said:
“Yes, this time is definitely full.“

“You’re right“, responded the professor.
“Now, I want you to consider that this jar represents your life. Tennis balls are the most sacred and important things in your lives, such as your home, family, friends, girlfriend, etc. Things that even if everything else is lost, these will still fill your lives.
Small rocks represent less important things in your life, like your house, your car or your job. Finally, sand represents small things in your life such as your hobbies or what you do in your spare time.
If you fill the jar with sand first, there will be no room for the rocks or the tennis balls. The same applies in your life too. If you waste your time and your energy on small things, you won’t have time or strength for the really important stuff.
As you see, everything in life is a matter of prioritization. Take care of tennis balls and small rocks first. Everything else is just sand.“

One student raised his hand and asked:
“And what does the beer stand for?“
The professor smiled and said:
“The beer is to show you that no matter how full your life is, there’s always time for a pint with your friends!“

Do you have a massive amount of free time?
Is your imagination running wild?
Do you like riddles?
And most important, do you have a girlfriend?
If the answer to all of the above is yes, then I have a great gift proposal!

Last year I joined the Greek army …in Greece it’s obligatory to lose one year of your life, in order to “serve” your country by doing absolutely nothing! So, I had too much free time. One day, I decided to write a fairytale (it’s more of a science-fiction story to be honest) where the main character would be my girlfriend. I thought it would be a really special gift for our 1-year anniversary. I came up with an interesting plotline and I included a lot of situations that we used to laugh about and the result was AMAZING!

But that wasn’t enough…I wanted to make it more special. And after a while, I had the best idea ever! Because I love riddles so much, I decided to put the chapters in a mixed up order…first you had Chapter 1, after that it was Chapter 5, then Chapter 3 and so on (of course I didn’t mention the number of each chapter!). At the end of every chapter, there was a riddle according to the plot. The solution to each riddle would give you the page in which the next chapter is.

It sounds like a lot of work, but the result totally worth it! And if you think that writing a fairytale is hard, here are some guidelines:

It’s not difficult to write a fairy tale. Just get two or three idiots at random and put them in a castle or a forest. Let me give you an example.
Little Red Riding Hood is a tale that is composed only by idiots.
Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother lives in the woods and she’s like ninety-five years old. Are you totally stupid? Instead of going to the nursing home you live into the forest by yourself and force your relatives to go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth through the park?! How messed up are you???
And don’t get me started with Red Riding Hood’ mother…another mindless idiot! She gives the basket to the kid and says “Take this food basket and get it to your grandmother”. You must be a complete moron to send the little kid, alone, into the woods!
When she reaches the forest she meets with the stupidest wolf in all the history of WWF! He doesn’t eat her, but instead he asks anxiously:
“Where are you going, little girl?”
“In my grandmother”, she answers.
And the wolf instead of eating her instantly, as every wolf with a normal IQ would do, he decides to go to her grandmother’s house and plot a whole scenario that not even George Lucas could think!
He arrives at grandmother’s house and knocks the door.
“Knock, knock.”
“Who is it?”
“Little Red.”
“Come in”.
At this point we can easily realize that Red Riding Hood’s grandmother is completely retarded: even if Little Red Riding Hood had a voice like a death metal singer, how couldn’t she understand that this was a wolf and not her granddaughter???
Then the wolf devours the grandmother. Pay attention to the wolf’s good manners, who didn’t burst into the house to eat her, but instead he knocked the door! How polite….!
And here comes the masterpiece of the story, truly ingenious: you would expect that the wolf would wait behind the door with a baseball bat to hit the little girl and eat her….but nooooooo! He decides to wear the grandmother’s nighgown and a cap with two special buttonholes, that he built himself (after all, wolves are well-known for their couture skills) for his ears to come out and gets into bed!
After that, Little Red (or Einstein, as her friends call her sometimes due to her vigorous and intelligent spirit) arrives at the house, enters, stares at the wolf and instead of calling 911 or tell him:
“Oh my God, are you a f***ing moron? Have you lost any trace of dignity as a wolf?”
Instead, her reaction is:
“Grandma, what big ears and big teeth and how much hair you have???”
Now, if any of you have a dog, please try to put him a cap and glasses and check if it looks like your grandmother! Not even remotely…!!! But if it does, please throw your grandmother out of the window!
The only case that someone could mistake his grandmother with a wolf, is if your grandma was King Kong or some Yeti from Himalayas!
Anyway, the wolf eats Little Red and after that the hunter comes, shoots the wolf, and everything ends well for the grandmother and the little idiot with the red cap!

As we said yesterday, everyone’s on with computers these days! Santa Claus’ Gmail inbox was exposed, and now it’s time for God’s Facebook page!

We are living in the information age. Everybody is using computers to do their jobs and to communicate with others. Everybody???? It appears so…

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Hmmmmm, I wonder what’s inside GOD inbox?????

I guess almost everyone, at some point in our lives, were in love (or just wanted to have sex) with our best friend (and if this hasn’t happened to you, just wait…it will)! The downside is that most of the times she didn’t want to compromise our friendship or she just was with another guy. Well, all these are about to change…

(Taken from: http://batteriesfeelincluded.blogspot.com/2009/05/309.html)

All you need is 1 x knife, 1 x ring, access to a sunbed, the ability to grow a beard.

Step one: Place the ring on your wedding finger and avoid contact with your friend for a month.

Step two: Stop shaving and use the sunbed to gain a tan.

Step three: After a month when your beard is full and your tan is noticeable, remove the ring from your finger.

Step four: Remove all your clothes and break into your friend’s house.

Step five: Use the knife to cut your body in various places. Avoid the face. If possible, focus on your back. The more blood the better.

Step six: Enter in your friend’s bedroom and lie face down on the floor. Wait for her return.

Step seven: When she enters the room pretend to be unconscious. Allow her to turn you over and try to wake you for a few seconds before you open your eyes. The injuries to your body will server as a distraction to your nakedness. She sill be more concerned about your wellbeing instead of fearing the naked man in her room.

Step eight: When she asks you what’s happened you should ignore her questions. Instead you must act confused and ask the date. If, for example, she says “September 15th”, you must reply “No, what year is it?”

Step nine: Upon hearing the year say the words ‘It worked’. Pretend to lose consciousness again for a few seconds, implying that whatever it is that has worked took a great effort.

Step ten: If your friend is a curious person she will probably ask ‘What worked?’, but even if she doesn’t ask this question it is important that you now say the words ‘(Friend’s name), I’m from the future’ in your most deadpan voice.

Step eleven: Pause for ten seconds to allow the incrediblness of the situation to sink in. There will be no reason for her to doubt your claim, because your beard will make you appear many years older and your cuts would add weight to the idea that you’ve come from a post-apocalyptic future where a war is currently taking place.

Step twelve: Raise your left hand to your face. All women are very observant, so your friend will immediately notice the tanline on your wedding finger. If she is educated to a descent standard she will realise that you are married and your ring has simply disappeared, because clothing and other items cannot travel through time. Your nudity will support this.

Step thirteen: Now comes the hard part – The monologue. In your own words you must give a speech in which you mention all of these key points:

1. You are married to each other in the future.
2. Her current boyfriend (if she has one) is dead
3. The world is coming to an end. It’s up to you to pick a reason, but I would recommend a war against machines. This whole situation will be backed up by the Terminator franchise
4. In the future your relationship is not going well
5. You’ve come back in time because you can’t help but feel that she would have been happier with her current boyfriend if he hadn’t been killed
6. Her current boyfriend is going to be hit by a bus on a day six months from her present. She should stop him going to work that day
7. If she does exactly what you say this current version of yourself will be erased and you will never get married. If she questions this flaw in your time travel logic, because you cannot change the past, simply reference Back to the Future

Step fourteen: Unless your friend is made of stone she will now be overcome by emotion, especially at your selflessness. Get to your feet and go to kiss her goodbye. It is important that you do this with the confidence of a man who has done this to her many times.

Step fifteen: There is now no possible way that you aren’t about to have sex with her. You’re naked, kissing her, in her bedroom, agreeing to erase a version of yourself from history to make her happy. And as far as she knows you’ve had sex many times in a future that will no longer happen, so she thinks to herself that maybe she should have one memory of it.

Step sixteen: After having sex, ask to borrow some clothes then leave.

Step seventeen: Shave off your beard and coat your wedding finger in fake tan. Carry on as if nothing happened. There will be three possible outcomes:

1. During sex some feelings that she didn’t know existed are awakened and she will leave her boyfriend for you (after of course warn him regarding his imminent death)
2. Life will carry on as normal
3. You will be filled with guilt because of this moral gray area where you aren’t entirely sure if what you’ve done counts as some kind of low level rape. You will take your own life by hanging, overdose or wrist cutting