Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Surprises

Sometimes I love surprises. Sometimes I don't. Most of the time I love them. Especially if no one ever gave me a clue on it. Ever. (Read: Surprise party, presents, all the good stuff...)

Charlie kept on saying stuff like "I have a surprise for you. Just wait and be prepared." All I could think of was an expensive gift. Something I would wish he would not buy. So I can have the money spent on something else I want. Hehe...

Last time he called and said he has something for me, I kept on asking what kind of surprise. I don't really like the nervousness of thinking what could the surprise possibly be. I hate cluttering my already cluttered head with 'surprise'. And he told me he got me a Hard Rock Cafe sweater. Yay! Now I know what his gift is I don't have to think about it anymore. But I kept on thinking about it anyway. I'd love to see what the sweater looked like. Maybe I could wear it everyday.

Just now he called. And he said something about "Just wait for a surprise from me." What? The not-so-surprise-anymore sweater is not the surprise he told me about?

I asked him again. This time he said just wait and see. And just be prepared for it. And he said don't be surprised if a rombongan come one day. Any day.

Erkk... I really am surprised now. Is that a joke or what? What should I expect? From his tone it doesn't sound like he's 100% serious about it. But who knows? There's 50:50 chance he meant what he said.

I'm not ready for that kind of surprise. Even if he told me 1000 times and 1000 years earlier. So I have this written in my mind with permanent marker: THIS IS JUST A JOKE.

Yup. I'm going to take it as a joke. He often made me feel confused and curious. And enjoy every moment of it. He loves messing with my head, making me scratch my head and mess my already messy hair.

Whatever thing he's planning for the 'surprise' I'm living with this mantra right now: HE IS JOKING. What he told me is not real. He'll laugh at me when he saw me panicking at the thought of him meeting my parents for something THAT serious.

Whatever.

So I'm focusing my energy on the sweater he bought me. Can't wait for that one.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Quickie

OK, this is gonna be a quick post. I found this post and thought "Whoa... That's cool." It shows a 20 y/o girl photographed as a 10 y/o, 20 y/o, 30 y/o, 40 y/o, 50 y/o and 60 y/o. Totally awesome. I don't understand the texts in the pictures though. Overall an awesome work.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Finally It's Over

The whole hectic weeks of FYP, thesis and stuff is finally over. I just need a few more days to complete the little things and THEN I'm off from this whole thing. Makes me consider my options of furthering my studies. I don't think I want to go through the hassles all over again. Then again I found some sample thesis from a university and everything looks not as complicated as ours. Makes me wonder if things are actually a lot simpler than what the Faculty wants it to be.

I printed my thesis (3 copies of it) just to realise that some formatting error happened. I was tired with the whole editing things (I spent some days scrolling up and down the text just to make sure everything is OK and STILL, the final, printed version came up with errors that left me in horror). I also ran out of time so whatever will be will be. Nobody is going to read that junk anyway.

I was required to write a report on my project (after the whole thesis thingy is over) but my head is still cluttered as I am typing this. I was supposed to hand it over together with some other stuff today. Heck. How am I supposed to submit something I haven't even write?

I searched for some sample reports yesterday. Was hoping to find something that can help me understand what I need to write. Summarizing stuff is my weakness since years ago in school. I always failed in summarizing texts or graphs or whatever stuff that was needed to be summarized. And now I have to summarize my thesis.

Anyway, I found this cool stuff. SCIgen - An Automatic CS Paper Generator. A totally cool stuff. It will amuse you with all the stuff you don't understand. Complete with a long list of references and figures and graphs too. And you haven't come to the best part yet. Some papers generated by SCIgen were accepted as some real work. How cool is that? Too bad I found the link late. That thing is dated years ago. But still, it amuses me.

And after hours (it's almost sunrise of the new day) I still haven't got a clue on what to write for the report. Hmm...

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Click click click

What am I doing here typing this post? I thought I said I'm busy with the project? Then why the heck am I spending some time writing this post?

I'm in the library right now. Will be closed in half an hour or so. I'm gonna get out before the PA system announces the closing time. Let's hope I won't forget my card reader and SD card today. I lost my thumb drive the last time I became the last person to leave the computer lab.

I'm searching for tutorials on pop-up windows and passing data. Whew... I never thought it will take THIS lot of time. Well, I'm just gonna grab whatever thing I can find and analyse them later. So...

Click click click...

Under Pressure

I have like a to make sure that my current project is working. I still have two feature sets to complete. The problem is, those two are the CORE of my project.

*sigh*

I'm working hard (enough) these few days. But it seems like things are going against me, pushing me further and further away from my goal.

Everytime I have that rare burst of energy to do whatever it takes to complete what I have left, the sleep fairy surely gets a way to sprinkle some sleepy dust on me.

*yawn*

But I have no problem staying awake when I don't feel like doing anything related to the project.

Oh, I also have my thesis half done. Need to squeeze that in between writing lines and lines of codes, testing and debugging and those head-scratching moments.

And I need to sweep the floor often too. My hair is everywhere. Especially on the floor.

Time to roll up the invisible sleeves and get back to work.

p( '_' )q

Thursday, October 9, 2008

XOXO

A few days ago I heard a friend of my Roomies asked: What is xoxo? And the Roomie she was talking to said: hugs and kisses. The kid said X is kiss, so it stands for hugs and kisses, I guess. The Friend: Oh...

Yup. Ten points for the Roomie. But that's not why I'm writing this post.

I'm writing because The Friend pronounced XOXO as xoxo... Like 'so-so' instead of 'ex-oh-ex-oh'.

I am mean for pretending like I didn't hear the whole thing, and the whole time trying to keep my grin from escaping. I am bad.

I know I'm bad. I know I'm not supposed to laugh or grin or anything when the person asking the funny question truly don't know what the thing is. That the point of asking the first place.

I was stupid like that too, not knowing what XOXO or XXX was. I only knew that it was something some people put under their signature in a letter or a card. And that's it. No particular meaning, only something fancy. Yes, I was stupid. But I took the safe way and pronounced it the way it is spelled. All capitals. Individual letters.

She made it sounds weird. Poor girl. Then again, I don't really like her. So I don't feel sorry for her.

Monday, October 6, 2008

New Love

What do you get when you cross one thing you have always loved with something you fell for recently? A new love!

I'm not talking about my *lalala*. No one will ever replace him in the nearest future.

I'm talking about J-Rocks.

I love J-Rock. So what's new about that?

Notice the letter S after the K? Nope. Not a typo.

J-Rocks is a band from Indonesia. I accidentally discovered the band's existence when I mistakenly downloaded a video clip I thought was from L'Arc~en~Ciel (my fav!!!)

Well, the video clip was heavily influenced by Laruku. The song, the video. Heck. The singer sounded a lot like Hyde!

I decided to do some research on the band. And also downloaded the albums. Sorry guys. Even if I want to get the original stuff your albums are not available here. Then again, I love being a pirate. Well, the clip I watched was from the first album. They lost the Laruku sound in the second album, but still, very Japanese Rock (J-Rock).

So, will I trade Laruku's place with J-Rocks? No way! Laruku is still the best. Yeah!!!

I couldn't get my dose of Laruku's songs. I just realised that a lot of their songs are lost and/or corrupted when I tried transferring them from the SD card to the PC back to the SD card. (!_!)

But J-Rocks' are pretty cool. They do sound a lot like Laruku (I'm talking about the first album. But the second is cool too) and from another point better than Laruku. At least I don't have to Google for the lyrics' translations to understand what the song is about... Then again, maybe one. There's one song in Japanese in the first album.


Never mind. I think I just found the very same song in Indonesian.

Friday, June 27, 2008

What the...?

You've gotta see this thing. It's a screen capture image of Ubuntu's review found in Amazon.com. For computer freaks and geeks, you will either laugh or say "WTF?" or probably both. In any order. For non-computer freaks and geeks who know what Ubuntu is, you'll get my point. For none of the above, Ubuntu is NOT a game.

The image is accessible here.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

What's Cooking?

I cook porridge for dinner today :) I was thinking of putting the instant porridge into the pot with some water and let it boil and put an egg later but I discarded that thought and made a pot of porridge myself.

Rice, water, garlic, onion, ginger, sesame oil, salt, chicken stock. Well, it started with just the rice, water, sesame oil and salt but I thought adding some extra items will enhance the flavour so I put them in.

Next I fried some dried anchovies with some garlic, onion and chillies. Then some thin omelette rolled and cut into stripes. Tada...

As expected, nobody wants to eat what I just made. Except for my Dad. He will eat whatever food available in the kitchen when he's hungry.

Am I actually that bad? I mean nobody wants to eat what I cook. Maybe cooking is not for me. Maybe I should not cook at all.
Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime.


This is like one of the most popular saying of all time. But I found an interesting twist to it.

Give a man a program, and you'll fustrate him for one day.
Teach a man to program, and you'll frustrate him for a whole lifetime.


And so I began searching for others. And yes, there are more available.

“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you will not have to listen to his incessant whining about how hungry he is.”—Author unknown


“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you can sell him fishing equipment.”—Author unknown



“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to use the Net and he won't bother you for weeks.”—Author unknown


“Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Unless he doesn't like sushi—then you also have to teach him to cook.”—Auren Hoffman, Herald Philosopher


“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish, and he will sit in the boat and drink beer all day.”—OldFox


“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to sell fish and he eats steak.”—Author unknown


They are actually interesting. And funny. Credits to Ross Nordeen on the set of fish sayings.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Huh?

No Spasms..No Scams..No Cheat..Real Money..Real People..Real Site..Try It..


A text ad promoting money-making program or newsletter subscription (on how to make money). See anything weird?


No SPASM instead of SPAM.


:P

Monday, June 23, 2008

Buzzwordsmith

The 6 Most Annoying Coworkers: Are You One?

As usual when I start the browser, Yahoo! pops up and I can see many articles with attention-catching titles and excerpts and I will usually take some time to read them. And I found the article above.

An interesting piece. The 6 characters apply in school too. Skip number 4 coz back then in school nobody uses computer to communicate with each other (OK, maybe some). But I got that a lot in College.

There was a really annoying kid in school that suited number 3. He used bombastic words in his essays and carried a very big thick hard cover dictionary to class and the teacher used to shower him with lots of praises. Maybe he was also number 2. But yeah, I never understand what 'paradigm shift' was. And is. It was the 'it' term back then, but I never knew what it was for.

Now, if only I knew what Buzzwordsmith is back then in school. I would love to use that word on him. And that would make me a Buzzwordsmith too, right? Hmm...

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Anything, Whatever

The Anything and Whatever drink is finally here!!! I don't know since when but I just saw the ads on one site. Available at 7-Eleven. I'm soooooooooooo going to buy some just for a thrill.

Yay! Now I don't have to beg anyone from Singapore to get some for me. Like I have ever done that. (I'm not that desperate, OK?)

I Forgot About It... Again

Yeah. Yesterday was Friday, 13th and as usual I totally forgot about it. I didn't go out for some observation on bad lucks that might happen to me or anybody else. So I guess I missed the fun.

Nothing bad happened to me. Just like the other Friday, 13th I had before. One horoscope did mention that Friday, 13th was my lucky day. I wish there are more of those. I need all the good luck I can get. Haha...

Crash Course

My *lalala...* is having one of those very low self esteem moments. He was scolded by his Boss for his bad English.

So I typed "free English crash course" in the search box and I found some useful links. Not exactly what I have in mind. But heck!

And I found this: Czech crash victim wakes up speaking English.

It's pretty funny.

"Hopefully I can pick English up over the winter for the start of next season so I'll be able to speak it without someone having to hit me over the head first."


If only things are as simple as that...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Cramming Session

I have two more days to undergo some extensive training before sitting for my exam. I have butterflies in my tummy the way I had them a year ago. Only this time, I am sitting for a different yet equally important exam. And I wish to pass this time.

We've had CCNA test simulations a bit too much, I guess. I feel like puking. Or maybe that is just my tummy feeling bloated especially in the cold lab (I'm practically freezing in here). They made me feel sick.

And oh, I haven't done my lab exercise yet. And the CramSession 42-page e-book and Todd Lammle's Study Guide. I haven't go through even 10% of the book (some 900 pages). And the binary table!

This is definitely not the time to whine about the dead computer. He's dead. Let him be. Just get over it.

*sigh*

I will definitely gain some few pounds back (or more) under this sort of pressure.

All for a certificate some people don't even bother try gaining. Some don't even understand why I wanted to take the exam. If anyone's going to ask about it, I'll definitely say: Personal satisfaction. The details? Well. It was a whole different thing I don't bother to tell anyone. It's personal.

Exam is on Friday. Will need a lot of luck.

Note to self: Study! Note to God: Please help me get through this. And please don't give me the hotspot and lab questions. Please let me pass the exam and get the cert. (Some text omitted to save space.) Amen.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Bound

I was surfing a portal when I found one advertisement offering theses binding service. There's a URL included so I thought, "Hey, let's give it a shot."

Template site with most of the text unchanged. Yup. The text from the template is still there. So unprofessional. First impression: Not a good company. They didn't even change the text from the template they are using that reads "This is an area on your website where you can add text. This will serve as an informative location on your website, where you can talk about your site."

I browsed the site for contact info and whoaa... Guess what? There is no physical address (an absolute no for a business) and another shocking thing is the contact numbers provided belong to two guys in my College. Haha... What a small world.

Free of charge (FOC) delivery service for UMP valley.


And this is another line that makes me wanna laugh. UMP Valley?

Dead!

This is one of MCR's song title. But this post has nothing to do with that song. Except for the fact that I can no longer listen to the song in my computer simply because my computer is dead. And perhaps there is a connection between the song (that is playing in my head) with what happened to the computer.

It is officially dead a few days ago. A few days after my proposed title for the new Final Year Project is accepted and a couple of days before my Cisco class started.

Yes. I desperately need a computer. For my FYP and the simulations for the coming exam. Yes. I need to run simulations of routers and switches and PCs and the connections and configurations before I can prepare myself for the real thing and the exam. Yes. I need to pass both the exam and the FYP. Back to square one: Yes. I desperately need a computer.

And I also need a computer for the whatnots (read: entertainment and stuff not related to anything educational). I need a break too.

Did I tell you that I need to cram some 900 pages and tons of simulations in two weeks? All for a piece of cert. *sigh* Oh. Also tons of binary calculations and IP addresses. I'm seeing lots of numbers now. I hate numbers.

Die a month before his fourth birthday. Sad, isn't it? But I guess my notebook lived long enough. (I forgot if I have given my notebook a name, but if I did, it surely is a male's name.)

In case you're wondering how the heck I managed to write this post: I can only access the Internet from the PC in the lab or my Roomies' notebooks when they are asleep. And no, I can't access my blog from the lab's PC. Derrick (the trainer) will surely catch me red-handed typing stuff during his class. Dead, man. Dead! (One good reason why I should pick the PC furthest from his desk, but sadly I didn't. I sit right next to his desk. Haha!)

To my Roomies, thanks for letting me use your notebooks. I truly appreciate it. :)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Nice

A nice hot shower and bath is great. I feel a whole lot better now. Why didn't I take it sooner? *sigh*

Well, let's just enjoy life's little treats once in a while.

:)

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Thinner

One very obvious proof that I am now thinner than expected: My newly bought jeans (only a few months old) is now like a sack hanging on my hips. Seriously. I bought a pair of jeans a few months back, a non-stretchable one only to expect myself (read: my hips and butts and thighs) to grow in it without overstrecthing the fabric and make it not wearable like the fates of some of my stretchable jeans.

I did grow a bit in it. As I carefully planned, the jeans don't stretch so I can wear it without having to worry about getting a pair of new pants to replace this. Well, actually I can see the stitches being pulled apart a bit too much but that's another story.

And guess what? Now I have to secure the jeans with my belt. The pants + belt look ugly coz I have to wear the belt like I wear a drawstring pants. Yuck. But that's the only way of doing it.

Sometimes I'm in my lazy mode, I wear the pants minus the belt. And that is when I really feel insecure. I have to wear shirt long enough to cover my undies from showing (sadly girls' T-shirts are made to be short until recently the mall is swamped with long T-shirts *sigh* sadly I don't have budget for some) and I always feel like my pants are going to drop by accident. Like what if I accidentally stash my stuff into my pocket in a manner a bit too rough my pants will drop? Or what if somebody pull my pants down? (Heck. I don't know where that sort of idea came from.) Or what if someone step on my pants and I walk and the pants just... (is that possible?)

I put myself on yet another almost ultimate test: The pant pulling test.

The test is done to determine whether my waistline has really expanded or shrunk or I just made either up. I had it done with a cargo pants with the waist bigger than the usual pants I wear. That particular cargo has proven my theory: I was thin before the test because the pants (at the time the test is conducted) sat comfortably on my hips without needing any help from a belt. Either my waist size has added up or my butts have.

Another method to be used in conducting this almost ultimate test is by pulling the pants down. Works great with pants from non-stretchable materials. This is to test whether I have slimmed down a bit or not. Best used to measure the size of my bottom without using the tape. I don't like tape very much coz it tells the truth (absolute number). I don't need the truth. I just need to feel good.

So one day (or was it night?) after having a meal and a chat with RD I did the test when I was about to change into my PJ. Just a bit tug and the jeans slipped off me. Whoaa... That is a bad sign. Too thin for my new pants. Luckily the pants were cheap. I think I need to buy a new pair. Wait... Do I really need a new pair of jeans?

My second test was done yesterday. I was about to go out for a dinner with my Roomies. A dinner not well-planned. I pulled up the same pair of jeans without undoing the zipper. YES! WITHOUT undoing it! And without sucking my stomach in to make me feel a bit thinner! I wiggled a bit in the pants only to make it stay securely on my pelvic bone. (Pelvic bone? Correct me if I'm wrong.)

So, from the tests conducted, it is proven that I am now thinner and I need new pants. Some of the old stretchable jeans have overstretched during the 'expanding' period so I can't wear them. Donations are welcomed. Leave me a note for my PayPal or AlertPay e-mail address.

Maybe I should put a "Donate" button somewhere. Hmm...

Makes Me Wonder...

Do you call a very thin guy/girl a walking stick?

Hmm...

Friday, May 9, 2008

Arrived

The packages I've been waiting for has arrived. 3 days ago. Mom just told me. She asked me if the packages should be sent to me. The packages can wait. I just need to know they have arrived safely.

Those are the pendants and ring I ordered a few weeks ago. Now I know they have arrived, that means the company is real and I can put more orders after this. I can't wait to have more money in my TuneCard or PayPal and do some more purchasing. Yay!

Now I just have to wait for my *lalala...* to come home in August. *sigh* August is still far away.

And now I can order something for Paris' and Mom's birthday. Or whatever day. But first, I need to have the money. Would be a nice surprise huh getting a mysterious parcel from the US of A with pretty little things inside.

Can't wait to get my hands on the tiny packages. :)

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Can't Get It Out of My Head

There is this song I can't get rid of. It has been sitting there in my head, haunting me for weeks. I call it the Ghost Song. I don't have a particular name for it. Just the Ghost Song.

The song is about love, loyalty, betrayal, death, and no hate. It's kinda weird. But ghosts are like that. They are supposed to haunt you. Not just kill you.

The song usually come out of nowhere, repeating over and over and over again as long as I let it to. Haunting is the word. Most of the time it will make me smile. For absolutely no reason. Maybe I'm imagining a little bit too much. But that won't kill, so there's nothing wrong about it.

Now I need to get that song out of my head and written on something and make some adjustments and then I can sing it the whole day if I want to.

The Old Bell

Can you hear the sound
the Old Bell is ringing
a sad long deep sound
you do know what it means

Come
the end is nearing
come
Death is waiting

With the second wind blowing
in the morning glow
you know you're about to go
I'll wave you the last goodbye
when Death takes your hands

Come
the end is nearing
come
Death is waiting

And I wish you a pretty place
filled with all the ugly things you made
it will be a beautiful torture
a sweet, happy ending

Saturday, May 3, 2008

The Old T-shirt Test

I never believe when people say I look thinner than the last time they saw me. So every once in a while when I receive quite a number of it, I would put myself to a test. The almost ultimate test: The old T-shirt test.

The test is simple. I would put on the clothes I used to buy/wear before I grow expand to the new size. It is pretty tricky with old T-shirts though. The T-shirt will usually stretch after many washes, so to be fair I usually change a few times, trying a few clothes out to see if I really look different.

Just now I did that again. I couldn't find my old T-shirt from my Pre-U year (the T-shirt stretches over the years, probably a bit too large for the almost ultimate test) so I grabbed another T-shirt slightly smaller than it. I believe the T-shirt is slightly smaller than the one I wore a lot back then in Pre-U college and it doesn't stretch much thanks to the cheap material the factory is using. The passing mark is when I can fit into the T-shirt without looking "extremely desperate" or at least "desperate" trying to fit in a small T-shirt.

And the result is... (drum roll)

I passed!

And it was pretty scary. I can wear the T-shirt without having to see any unnecessary flesh (plus fat) trying to squeeze itself out near to the fabric.

And how could that be scary?

Try piling up lots of pounds throughout the years (I gained 15 kg in 4 years with lots of ups and very little downs) and losing (almost all of) them in a couple of months (and a little bit more). And you know that you're not losing them in the healthy way. THAT is the scary part.

I managed to squeeze in a T-shirt slightly smaller than the one I bought 5 years ago, and it really looked like back then: me in my small T-shirt. Now I believe why people said I'm a lot thinner than before.

I still need to lose some weight (plus fat) from the waist down. *sigh*

Thursday, May 1, 2008

CHEATER!!!

I cheat.

I can't believe I am actually going to do this again. I play Pokemon Crystal with GameShark cheat codes. It's fantastic. My first try is catching Totodile. I chose Chikorita at the beginning of the game so getting a Totodile or Cyndaquil is impossible throughout the game unless if I can trade the Pokemon, which is impossible too, because I am using ROM emulator, not the real device. So cheating is the only way to get them in my Pokedex.

I cheat only to catch the Pokemon, not to win any battles with cheat code-raised Pokemon. Where's the fun in playing the game then? My next goal is to catch a few Eevee so I can use different stones on them and have many different evolution. The next? Catching the three legendary dogs. I came across one in the grass earlier but it fled and it will probably be impossible to be found again, so cheating comes in handy. I can cheat with using lots of Masterball, but I prefer the traditional way. Hehe...

Happy cheating gaming!

Note: This is more like a compensation because I had caught and raised some of my Pokemon to a certain level and somehow the game I saved is lost! I don't feel very bad cheating in the game. :P

Road to Anorexia

I have been getting quite some "Oh, you look thin" for the past few days. This afternoon I got three people saying the same thing. Two of them said I look a lot thinner. A LOT. I was already 'thinner' when they saw me two months back, but now I'm "thinner than that."

I am not on a diet. And I am not sick. So nobody should worry about me.

I am not dieting. But I have to admit I eat very little now. I can't tolerate a huge amount of food in one sitting without feeling sick afterwards. I am in my "not hungry" period where I can go without food for the whole day or two without complaining "I'm hungry."

I eat less food than usual. I used to eat the same amount my roommates eat - combined. I was a big eater. I used to eat as much as my *lalala...* is eating, and sometimes more. And he eats a lot. Now I can only eat a quarter or less than that.

My appetite was greatly reduced when I was down with fever about a week ago. I didn't eat real food that day. Yesterday I ate 5 pieces of prunes, 4 white bread and a cup of instant cream of chicken soup. The day before yesterday and the day before that I ate two pieces of tuna sandwiches for each day. I am not talking about jumbo-sized sandwiches. Spicy tuna flakes on plain white bread, garnished with some tomato and salad. And I have a medium-sized dark chocolate bar sitting in my bag waiting patiently to be eaten since a few weeks ago.

I am a lot thinner than before, and my stomach is refusing food. A whole lot thinner and I'll be anorexic. I am forcing myself to eat more and more everyday, only to end up feeling bloated and not very well after each meal, or sometimes throwing up whatever thing that is available in my empty stomach. Ouch.

I am fighting it. But fighting requires a lot of energy and will. And I lack both. I am hanging on with whatever that is left in me to survive.

I am not going to be anorexic.

Friday, April 18, 2008

YouTube and You

I watched a few laughing babies videos (plus some cool talents) just now. It was great. I haven't laugh like this for quite a while. I think I just hurt my jaws grinning.

Well, something hit me. No, it wasn't a ghost. Just a thought.

All these videos on the Internet. People are putting videos of their babies so other people will watch and laugh. It's like America's Funniest Home Video - minus the cash for winning the title. The babies will be an instant star.

Imagine when the babies are all grown up. And they discovered that their baby videos are all over the Internet for people to see. And the videos show how they made face in front of the camera.

"Mom! You did that?"

"It was nothing honey."

"That is embarrassing."

"Nobody knows it was you."

"But still..."

This is like when your boyfriend is coming over and your parents show all your pictures. How silly you looked like. How ugly you looked like when Daddy didn't buy the present you want. How weird you look like as a baby. But with motion and sound included. And sometimes a theme song.

"That was you?"

"Ermm... Well... Yeah."

"Haha... I laughed at that video some few months ago. It was on YouTube. I never thought it was you."

"Ermm..."

Embarassing moments are to be shared. What a good laugh is for if the world can't have it? Mommies and Daddies, bring the video cams wherever you go. Or at least have your camera phone ready (with lots of space for videos!) and embarrass your children when the time comes.

:P

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Two Cents

Last night I bought a Fillet-O-Fish, a large fries, a large Coke and some pies at the McD's near my house. Two separate purchases because the guy at the counter punched in my meal without the pies. For both purchases the digits shown at the machine were round. With zeros at the back. It was kinda weird actually. The joy of paying the bill actually lies in scouring through pockets and wallets to beat the guy or the girl at the counter.

"Wait. I have 7 cents!"

"Aww... 2 cents short."

"Hey, I have 6 cents. Aww... Too late. Now I have lots of 1 cent coins."

"One. Two. Three. Hey, you have one cent?"

I'm going to miss those moments now.

The government is currently promoting the rounding up or down for everything. No more 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 or 9 ending the digits in your receipt. You will only see 0 or 5. 1 cent is still valid for the time being but will be phased out. Anyone know when?

I think I'm going to miss a lot more than competing with the fast food guy on who can put 1 cent coins on the counter faster.

Remember back then in school the Maths teacher asked us to trace coins on papers and cut them up and paste them into books according to the given values? 1 cent coin got some sort of "special treatment" - I traced the coin with my brown pencil colour. "Because the coin is brown." (Bronze, actually). I only use my pencil for 5 cent, 10 cent, 20 cent and 50 cent coins.

And remember when we used to have competitions between classes? The "1 Cent Coins" competition. I don't know what other people call that. Classes compete with each other in collecting 1 cent coins. The class with the highest number of coins collected win some prize. The collected coins go to the school. Another twist is the collected coins will be used to create or decorate structures.

I guess kids don't do that in school anymore. So, phasing out the coins maybe is a good thing to do. Rounding up or down price perhaps is a good practice. There are many people who wants to avoid the hassle created by 1 cent coins.

I guess the coin boxes at the McD's counter will have to wait a bit longer to fill up after all 1 cent coins are phased out.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Play A Game and Feed A Guy

Or a girl. A child. A mom. A dad. A grandpa or a grandma. A nobody. Anybody.

I stumbled upon a site that is fun and rewarding at the same time. At least for people who enjoy testing their vocabulary.

FreeRice is a site where you play vocabulary game by picking the correct answer to each of the word given. If you answer correctly you will get a harder word next. If you fail to do so, you will be given an easier one. Each correct answer will add 20 rice grains to your bowl. Wrong answers will not be penalised.

20 grains of rice is a small amount you say? Multiple that with 20 correct answer and you can feed a person a meal. Scoring 20 questions right is not at all difficult. As I am writing this post now I have been clicking on more words than my usual. Mindlessly. Guess what? I hit my second 2000-grains-a-day record in a week. (^_^)

This is actually fun. Seriously. And good too. This is serious game of gaining rice for donation. The rice will be donated to UN World Food Program to help combating hunger. 20 grains of rice is a lot better than nothing at all, so even if you hit one and only one correct answer, that is good enough. Really.

So how do these people managed to donate rice? And why do you need to play the game to donate some 20 grains of rice? At the bottom of the screen there is a banner rotator where the people running the site will be paid for each displayed banner. When you choose an answer, the screen refreshes, the ad changes and ka-ching. The site gets paid and they use the money to buy rice. Simple.

So play this game and do some good. (^_^)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Blame It On Tim Burton and Johnny Depp!

Now I can't get the song out of my head. And at times I can be heard humming whatever song from the movie my mind can think of.

I am talking about Sweeney Todd. Kudos to Tim Burton and Johnny Depp. Now everybody near me will have to bear listening to my hums until I am totally over it.

Write a review? Maybe later.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Final Words

If I die tomorrow
what would you say to me today?

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Miss Hazy Dazy Blur Bimbo Butterflower

Someone called me a name that is almost an equivalent of the word "Bimbo". Stupid. Shallow. Hazy dazy. Blur. Clueless. Those sort of things... You get the idea.

That "someone" is the GF. Ex-GF now. Well, that means she hates me. She pretended to be nice to me when in fact she was only being "nice". Obviously.

That made my *lalala...* hates her even more. Yay! Bonus point for me. (^_^)

I admit that I AM the hazy dazy type of girl. I always answer questions with a one syllabus question (I don't think it can be called a word): Huh? And sometimes followed by "What?" or just "Whaa..?" (with a silent T).

So, yeah, the word is acceptable to be used to describe me. But ONLY IF you know me. I mean personally know me. Or quite personally. In short, you can call me that only if I allow you to. And dear Ex-GF, I don't allow you to do so.

My *lalala...* was sweet enough to be my knight in the shining armor protecting me, the damsel in distress, from the name-caller. All when he already knew just how blur and stupid I could be. And I am often blur, I could say "Blur" is my middle name. Thank you, you are my hero!

So if you really want to call me that without being hated by my *lalala...* you need to be:
  1. my close/pretty close contact
  2. not his ex-GF with some negative feelings left from the bitter end of a relationship
  3. and even if you don't fulfill the #2 requirement you can still do so if I let you to (refer to #1)


Happy name-calling!

Monday, February 25, 2008

When Nothing Means Everything

I've heard the same stuff before. And now I heard about it again.

I whined about my lost certificates again. Yeah, I did let it go once. But knowing that everybody else still have the chance to get their unclaimed certs while I can't (because the certs simply "don't exist" by mistake) brought the once buried pain. Yup. I need those certs.

For someone with such a good record on extra-curricular activities, losing a certificate or two means nothing. Sure, you have tons of impressive achievements. You can simply let go of a couple of certs or two because that would only add up to "There's too much stuff to see, I'll have to skip some" while Yours Truly only have a couple of certs that shows minor involvement in whatever things that she has joined and get some tokens of appreciation of.

In plain English and simple Maths: One of your stuff equals to 10 of mine. And you have more than one.

And I lost a couple of certs with quite some value to boost up my CV. Thank you.


Oh, did I mention I worked the Hell out for them?

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Newsflash

I'm pretty busy lately. There are lots of stuff going on. There were very little posts since a few weeks back. Looks like I'm having a boring life, huh?

Well, things were actually different from that. I can only say things of the past. I don't know whether the good vibes will continue or not. But things were pretty cool a few weeks back. Whether that is karma or cosmic balance (thank you AKAB for explaining about it) I'll take it all.

Some of the stuff I did but were left untold (at least not yet at the time this post is written):
  • I skipped going home on my mid-sem break (the longest continuous stay in College ever)
  • I drove the car around the town without any supervision
  • I did wall-climbing
  • I joined capoeira (and I'm the only girl)
  • I got my red plastic card (and I just got my Paypal and MoneyBookers account verified!)
  • I got some 30 cents payout (at least I know the program is real)
  • I'll be getting a new number
  • and I can get the old car now it's fixed! (the job should be completed by now)

Friday, February 22, 2008

Charm

I want to be your good luck charm
the amulet you keep in your breast pocket
or the one you hang around your neck
so I will always be near to your heart
when you need a little miracle

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Depression

Today I finally have the guts to search on this: Physical symptoms of depression. And that was only to show someone that depression does come with physical symptoms.

I Googled on the topic and found a lot of links to it. I clicked on one of the top ten pages and read. Yup. I have those signs in me.

So here I am declaring that I have clinical depression symptoms and I might need some medical help sooner or later. I don't have a private doctor. In case of emergency please submit me to the nearest medical center near you and please tell the doctor I am just depressed. Ask him/her to do a medical checkup on me, give me some medication and let me sleep for a while and I'll be fine. Thank you.

Now where the heck can I find the money to pay the bills?


P/s - Charlie, thanks for noticing it a lot earlier.

Thank You

This special thank you goes to a special person:

Thank you for being my past.
Thank you for being my future.
You were, you are and you will always be my present.
Thank you.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Depression?

Stuffy chest. Is that a sign of depression?

I woke up at 10 this morning with a pain in my chest. Plus the sleepy feeling I had from the three hour sleep. I decided to continue sleeping. Forget the idea of meeting the Senior that could help me with my Final Year Project. Bl**p it.

I woke up at 2 p.m. I remembered waking up a few hours before that; I ignored everything and went back to sleep. I sat down in front of the computer, fingers running on the keyboard and on the touch pad and sometimes on my phone. A while later I went to the shower and the day went on like usual.

The night came and I decided to take my evening shower early. But the pain visited me again. I dumped the idea. I lazed around for a few while. I texted my *lalala...*; he was worried. He asked me if I am depressed.

Depressed? Heck. It does feel like I'm breathing in a place with very thin air. And I do sense some loss of appetite. But I am not depressed. I'm totally normal. It only happened once in a while.

I don't need a visit to the doctor. Thank you very much for your concern. Send me to the hospital ONLY when you see I'm dying of it.

I need some chocolate.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Reserving Frustration for Some Other Time

I registered myself for a Liberty Reserve account. I thought it might be useful someday. Yeah, someday. I noticed some site that are accepting Liberty Reserve as a method of payment. So I thought, why not? It's free anyway.

I went through the hassle of confirming my e-mail address quite simply. Fill the e-mail address in the respective boxes, click "Submit" and wait for the Activation Code. Check e-mail, get the Activation Code, copy and paste the code into the box, click "Next". It's a no-brainer.

I was taken to the next page where I filled all the needed particulars. Account name, password, PIN, name, address, etc. Again, no-brainer. But time consuming. Especially the PIN; you have to key in the number using the virtual keys. The touch pad seemed like wanting to see me scream in frustration. The cursor ran around the screen the way it wanted, not the way i wanted it to. Done. Click "Agree".

And nothing happened. I was taken back to the page where I needed to fill my e-mail address and Activation Code. Repeat steps. Click "Next". Go to the next page. Fill in the particulars. Click "Agree".

Nothing happened.

Repeat steps. Blah blah blah. "Agree".

Nothing happened.

Repeat steps. No more checking e-mail for Activation Code. I had it carved in my mind. Enter Activation Code. Blah blah blah. "Agree".

Nothing happened.

Repeat steps for a few more times and that took me another day. And still, nothing happened.


And finally the imaginary light bulb began to flicker and fully light up a few moments later. And that was after some 50 hours of agony of filling the form (think of the frustration of Sisyphus).

Time to temporarily abandon my favourite browser, Firefox. Back to the Dark Age of Internet browsing, the Internet Explorer.

I repeated the painful process of filling the boxes with the appropriate information. Blah blah blah. "Next". Blah blah blah. "Agree".

The status bar showed some progress. I crossed my finger, wishing that it will work this time.

Much to my expectation, something did happen. Another page appeared with my account number and other details displayed in image format. I wrote down the numbers and saved a copy of the image (you are required to do so as none of the information will be sent by e-mail).

OK, so it finally happened. Registration completed. I tested my new account by logging in using Firefox. Well, it worked well. They should put some notice saying that registration doesn't work well with Firefox. Hurmm...

Then again, it happened to me when I tried to sign up for the Tune Card.

I'm wondering here. Do these people create the site without taking into accounts what people claim about Firefox (safer, faster, blah blah blah)? Or to they just stick to the ol' IE because they don't think that Firefox has THAT many users? Or because they feel it is simpler to just optimise the site for IE.

Whatever. I consider myself lucky I didn't throw away IE completely. Some stuff are better done the good ol' way.

Story of the French Fries

I stumbled upon a blog. Seems like it has been abandoned for some time. And I mean a long time. But it doesn't matter. This particular entry stirred something in me.

Well, I guess this is just one of the moments where I enjoy thinking of what others has been writing about. More thinking of others', and less writing of my own.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Cotton Candy Cloud

"He said he is falling for you."


What else can be sweeter than that? Especially when it came from the ex-girlfriend who called you a bl**p once. Because we were into the same guy. (She won. Well, that's another story.)



Oh. Maybe there is one.


"Why don't you just be his girlfriend?"


Yeah. From the ex-girlfriend herself.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Odd Jobs

I'm working on yet another odd job. I need money to pay for my meals. Plus some other stuff.

This morning MJ woke me up from my four-hour sleep with a question: Do I want a job giving out flyers and get paid for it? Sure! I'm broke. I'll do practically everything for some bucks. So I took a shower, went to the girl who was supposed to do that job (yeah, I'm a replacement) and before I fully gain my senses back I was there on the road giving out the purple coloured papers to other students. And I wore purple coloured T-shirt too.

Well, this is not the first time I do odd jobs to supplement my pocket money. I can't boast myself for having some experiences working in F & B fields or sales departments. Working part time while I'm here in the College would mean wasting more money than what I can really gain. Who would want to pay some twenty to forty bucks for a four bucks per hour job everyday?

My job experiences as a student includes:
  • Selling some stuff from catalogue in school
  • Working as a dish washer at my Dad's restaurant after school
  • Selling prepaid coupons in the Pre-U College
  • Selling prepaid coupons in College but someone stole my money (first year in College)
  • Co-writing a storyline for a friend but he was cheated so we didn't get any money for that *sob*
  • Helping some friends selling stuff at their food stall (second year)
  • Updating a web portal and working on the PCs in the lab
  • Keeping the key of a car and get some 10% of the rental fees (third year)
  • Selling some T-shirts
  • Selling food from room to room, block to block almost everyday for some bucks (fourth year)
  • Promoting prepaid mobile starter packs (in purple T-shirt)


Only one really fits the description of a "job". That was when I was working on the web portal and PCs. I went to work from nine to five (and sometimes more) for some three and a half bucks per hour, paid three and a half bucks per day for the room and some few more bucks per meal, twice per day and only got half of the paycheck. It was a bl**ping sad story.

Well, I'll do anything for money. No. Almost anything.


And two more days to go as a girl in the purple T-shirt.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Poison

I am becoming more and more like the person I hate. Person? Persons? I don't know that anymore. I don't know myself anymore.

I hate myself for that. Hate? I LOATHE my bl**ping self for that. Here's what I think is happening:

For every minute I spend hating someone, I am actually wasting myself slowly absorbing the toxic essences of him/her, making me turning slowly into that person. And it is exactly like the toxics in the air that I breathe and the water that is the key to my survival. Like the unnatural chemical contents in the food I eat. They are eating me slowly without me realising it. Like a cancer slowly growing from some nano particle into a tennis-ball sized tumour or growth that I only realised when it is too late. Way too late.

It might seems like illogical to most people. But that's the only reasonable thoughts I could think of as I pondered over this thing.

Slowly absorbing the poisonous essences of the others - the qualities I hate in them - I am poisoning my own self. As if I don't have enough of my own poisons to kill me from the inside.

This is not just a teenage movie complex like in the Mean Girls. It happened and is still happening to me. Unfortunately I don't have the script in my life's movie that tells me when the scene of the main character realising that she was wrong redeem her life by changing back into her old self and win the charming guy in the movie. No director to yell "Cut!" and no clapboard to end the bad scene when I'm tired of playing it.

Did I try hard enough to stop this thing from happening? Maybe not hard enough. In fact I just snapped at the person who tried hard to drag me out of the mess. I guess it is like I just threw the life jacket away when someone tried to save me from drowning. And I can't swim!

I'm turning into my own enemy. How ironic is life?

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Religious Artifact?

# Veteran Says:
January 6th, 2008 at 8:40 pm

Sunshine Says:

Holy Shit!!……

Ummm, what type of religious artifact is that?



I was reading my once favourite blog, Waiter Rant. Well, I guess it still is! I abandoned my addiction to it when the Waiter quit his crappy job and concentrated on his book. Things were pretty boring when he was not in the kitchen. Well, he's back! I don't know when he started to jump into the wagon of waiting again, so I guess that means more digging to do! Yay!

As usual I read the comment section. And as usual he get lots of hits and people always praise him for his good posts and some are sharing their own pieces. Then I came across the comment. I thought it was an original, I just have to put it here.

It's good to know that he's back in the business. This time as a new guy. It seemed like the place is better than the last time he became the new guy at the other place (and so he quit the job and I quit reading the blog).


*****

To AKAB, thanks for indirectly reminding me that sometimes even you have the writer's block. Maybe it's just that time of the year. I couldn't write about anything now. I found some interesting stuff and wrote only a tiny bit of them and now they are resting in the Draft section. And those that managed to rise to the surface and get published are the crappy short entries. So I decided to take it easy and write only when I feel like I can do it.


Note to AKAB: I think you should take a break too. Read Waiter Rant. The world is not just about you, you and you only. There are also the Yuppies.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

TMPP

I have this idea going on in my head for the past few days. Well, it actually managed to resurface out of the clutters in my mind since i stashed it away a couple of months ago. Now the idea keeps on popping out of nowhere, displaying the rough sketches of what might possibly be done.

I am going to start working on it probably in a short while. It will be my FTP (free time project) for now. Well, it's not like I really have tons of free time this semester, so the progress will be very slow. Very, very slow.

For the time being I will have it referred to as TMPP. I have started some search on finding the best Wiki hosting service. If I couldn't find anything I guess I'll just stick with WetPaint. I was thinking of JotSpot, but it is currently closed for new registration when Google acquired it. I hope it will be opened A.S.A.P so I can take a look at what it can offer me.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Money Money Money!

Oh, Lord! Forgive me for I have sinned. For I have sold my soul for money.


Yeah! I am going to get the Tune Card and Nate offered to pay the deposit for me. Fifty bucks. Fifty free bucks I must say. I did insist on paying, since I only wanted to find someone who could do fund transfer so I can skip the hassle of going to the bank or post office to pay.

Now I have found someone to do the payment for me, it is just a matter of time before I pick the card up at the post office. Hello Visa. And PayPal, wait for me!


Oh... First I'll need to wait for my ID before I can proceed.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

1 Year Old

Happy New Year to all... My baby is now one year old.

Let's look at what the blog has been in its first year of life. Hmm... I took blogging as a hobby. The main reason it exists is because Queenie thought it would be fun. We both wrote together. And I thought I was going to quit soon after my first post.

Someone commented about my baby being too shallow, filled with all the crappy dramas of my *lalala...* and so I quit writing about it for a while.

I was also assigned as a contributor for My Endless Story. A wiki site. It was somewhat funny. The owner actually quit managing the page not long after she published it. Maybe I was the only one who actually check on it once in a while. It was a total flop. Probably she had the "posting fever" hitting her when she started the whole thing. Maybe it was some kind of peer pressure, seeing people around her owning and managing blogs and posting interesting stuff for people to see.

I don't write much on breaks. Life is pretty much boring when you are not in the school/school-like environment. I practically fill my time at home sleeping. That is one very strong reason why I don't write much on breaks.

I still have some drafts in my posting list. I don't know when I can have all of them posted. But I don't find it necessary. There are tons of new things waiting. Who cares about the past?

Oh. And now I am announcing the arrival of my other baby. Not in English, not filled with stories of my *lalala...* and not pink. And not a Blogspot. Already filled with occasional posts. Usually written when I find things annoying. It is still evolving.