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


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


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


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


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.