Monday, June 27, 2005
The End is nigh
Damn, it's almost the end of Long Vacation. I'm scheduled to go back to Sin City (Shah Alam by any other name) on the 1st of July, 6.13pm. By train :p, my favorite mode of transportation. I could've gone much later, but the family also have plans concerning my brother enroling into a University College way over in Pahang, around the same time. So, yeah. The once-lamented goddamn-why-is-the-cuti-so-long has now become damn-i-don't-have-much-time thing. The desktop is still a mess (no change there), I still haven't reformat this PC yet, need to keep this PC as healthy as possible in my abscence. One good thing coming from the of the cuti is, the opportunity to update my couture collection. Oh yeah. Off to the mall we go. When it comes to couture, I consult the deity named Carson Kressley, of the Fab Five. He guided our hands for great shirts. Wished I could get a Batik shirt, but I felt that's not in the cards. Oh well. So we shopped and shopped. When it comes to paying, our eyes were bulging. The couture from my brother and I totaled close to RM940. Almost a goddamn thousand. Pergh. But hey, I guess we made Carson proud today. :p Well, I don't have anything interesting for the rest of the day. Wanna lament on the cuti? No. At least I'm looking forward for to a rust-free brain.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Embarrasing.
I guess this is gonna be hot in the news. Aih.. An embarrasing farce of a race it was in Indianapolis. Seven out the ten teams pulled out of US GP. The result? Only six cars on the track. Pathetic. The story goes like this: On friday, Michelin (the tiremaker for the seven teams) saw a problem with the tires at the track which ultimately caused Ralf Schumacher to crash. Michelin asked the FIA for replacement tires to be flown in for the teams, or at least, put up a makeshift chicane at a turn which is a high-speed bank. FIA's response? They ruled out Michelin's request. Result? All seven teams running on Michelin tyres boycotted the race. All twenty cars finished the parade lap, and 14 cars pulled into the pits, leaving six cars on the starting grid. What a farce, what an embarrasment. This is gonna be big news in the next few days. Racing fans left the racetrack disgusted and some were demanding refunds. Some even threw water bottles and beer cans onto the tracks. Aih. What's my take on the sad race? It's a pity on the American racing fans. They looked forward for a great race, and all they got was this. The sport is gonna lose the American fans over this silly debacle. The FIA did not think of the sport, and the fans of the sport. This is politics first and sports second, which was supposed to be another way. The image of F1 might be forever damaged by this decision. If only the FIA agreed to put makeshift chicanes, this sad farce wouldn't have happened. Nine out of the ten teams wanted to put chicanes to control the speed. If only FIA let Michelin to bring new tyres, this wouldn't happen. Instead, the FIA overruled everything, and this upsets the teams, and ultimately, the fans. The image of F1 will be tarnished. Aih.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Quality vs Quantity
Ibanez: All those 7 pics are when I was in this "camera-whore" mode. I admit, I was in a trance pimping the camera and not putting in a good blog. And the 8th pic was an old picture of me when I was two years old so don't diss me on that! But I do agree on the fact that all 8 posts have zero quality blog entry, in terms of writing. Pfft, that's what you get for having a "camera-whore" phase. Fuck "a picture tells a thousand words," if the pictures stink. I'm no TV Smith, but I strive to be like him. I've been whining about not having a good subject or stinky weather. What I should do is to practice more, and study more. Learn to compose, learn to look, and not whine. I can't blame the camera for taking sucky pictures. I'm the one who snapped the shot. :p I agree on the quality vs quantity, in terms of blogging. Early in the blogging scene, I used to write anything that happens to cross my mind. All those was deemed "bloggable" without actually noticing the quality of a blog. Ahh, those old times when I was still a virgin and stupid... Later, I started to mature in my blogging. I (maybe) wrote some good stuff along the way, but in a time lapse, instead of constantly finding a keyboard every time I had a blog idea. (Well, maybe you think my writing still sucks. Fine by me. If you don't like it, tell me about it.) I had a good timeframe, maybe once a week-or-so. But I knew that what I wrote was of quality, as I let it percolate in my mind. (If you still think my writing sucks donkey balls, you can tell me.) And then comes the cuti lethargy, and the camera-whore phase. Ouch. No excuses there. I kinda hate holidays cos my mind ain't that sharp. No constant usage of bombastic words, hell, no usage of any above-average words. You could say I'm a regular neanderthal-language user at home. Food, tummy, pc, sleep, pr0-uh, no, internet. Me want that. Me don't get, me whine. So, instead of putting up quality crap, I put up a lot of crap. Mm-hm. And I just re-read some of the old posts. Goddamn they're angsty! *cover muka* Uh, dude, solution? Or at least conclusion? Conclusion is, I need to improve my writing. Find out what's my niche, and what's my motivation. Where it went wrong, and how to make it right again. And as always, no tagboard. XP
Monday, June 13, 2005
Abandonware
5 days since a last update, and it already feels *that* long. Lase can do it in a longer time, why can't I do it too? :P To tell ya the truth, I almost reached a point where I decided to take a break from blogging specifically, and from the internet, in general. Hell, I even photoshopped the banner to reflect my sabbatical from blogging. At that time, I felt overwhelmed. Things aren't going right in Syaoran-land, be it about computer stuff, or social stuff. My pc's going bonkers (not a good thing), and I haven't fulfilled my social obligations. I'm losing it, and in turn, I felt I'm losing my mind. Enter the decision for the sabbatical. I wrote up my decision, even made the sabbatical header, both ready for post. But before I posted it, I wanted to show someone first the write-up, as I consider this someone very important to me and I appreciate her very much. Just so it happens, this certain someone can't go online on the day I finished the write-up. Fine. I postponed posting it until I get the chance to show it to that said person. I finally did show it to that someone, two full days later. By that time, things have changed. The once-dried creative batteries I thought I was suffering, was slowly recharging back. The dark weh-weh mode I had was fading away. Re-reading the write-up, I saw a pathetic little prick, trying to find a quick getaway.He found it in the words "I quit." I wanted to abandon the blog. a quick way out, indeed. By then I realized, what I needed wasn't a sabbatical, but a short breathing space for myself. I don't need to unplug and take a long walk along the beach (although I welcome that prospect) but instead I should just take some time to think about my own welfare. Back away from the comp, go meet friends, have a cuppa. A time for myself, a time for reflection, without the cheezy-looking resort advert images. Hahaha.... So in short, I realized that there's no need for a long vacation, just lots of short breather space for yourself. I also realized that a blog doesn't have to the about fancy pictures all the time; a blog is about the writing, what comes into the mind, and weaving the thoughts to make an entertaining read. I used to do that a long time ago. Maybe I should take a walk along the beach and try to find it. :P
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
 FYI
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Dying
 To put it bluntly, my PC is nazak. If I leave it to idle, the screen freezes and the cursor is a no-go. But that's not the pathetic part. I realized that the PC can easily be un-freezed by just giving a good whack on the CPU. Aih....I found a short-term workaround to that problem. I set the hard disk to shut down when the PC goes idle for 3 minutes. I tried it and the freezes are no more. Hell, a short-term workaround ain't that good. I'm really worried about my data in there. the mp3s, the pictures, argh~. I guess it's time for the back ups. Hell, 5 gigs of stuff to backup. Argh, Maybe i should buy a new hard disk... Aih, duit lagi.The image? 'Was playing with digital macro mode. Sajer, nak try composing images and color from available stuff on the desktop. Sucky, i know. Shutter speed 1/20sec, Aperture F/2.8, ISO dah lupa. :p
Dancing Flames
 There was supposed to be a blog up here, But I guess things've cooled down. so I think it's unnecessary anymore for that blog.But thing did heat up: I saw my bro burning off old documents, and saw the flames playing around. I saw it as a good opportunity to play with the ixus' settings.Apparently this image was supposed to accompany the supposed blog, as I was taking snaps in a particular mindset. Well, I guess I don't need it now. Better not let it go to waste.Lens aperture F/3.2. ISO 400. Shutter speed 1/400. Cheewah, macam professional photographer pulaks. Ahaha...
Friday, June 03, 2005
The Dragon's Nest
 Here's a quick view of the Dragon's Nest. But before I explain, some shoutouts:Welcome back Cher, to the Land of the Connected. Hope that cendol-brain of yours are well up to it. Wait, you spammed. Yep, you're up to it.And check out Lase's second birthday gift to Pablo. Sisterly love, it's so beautiful. *seaside sunset*Okay, back to the BS-ing formerly known as blogging.Well, the pic is a shot of my desktop, aka "the Dragon's Nest." Why that name? Well, the place is a total mess. No explanation needed. :P There's new stuff added in in the place now. The description's by the numbers.1. TV. The main entertainment center. What's it showing there? Uh, wrestling. And no, I'm not a wrestling fan. Two sweaty men hugging each other and watched by the thousands? Uh-huh, no sexual undertones whatsoever.2. PlayStation 2. The real entertainment center. I just finished God of War. Lord Kratos!3. The new addition to the setup. Two new printers. The big white one is the laser printer (!) and the grey boxy one on the right is the inkjet printer. Why TWO new printers? A laser one, at that? Well, my dad's insurance business needs him to have a laser printer. Why? Don't know. And the other printer? His contracting job requires him to print up reports of the work, and that includes printing a photographed report. And no, the laser printer's not in color. So the other printer is for color prints, and the laser printer is for the other documents. And no, the boys haven't misused it, although the urge is there. Both printers were bought as the same time as the ixus 40.Oh, behind the color printer, there's the USB hub. Both the printers, as well as the camera's cable connection, are connected there. I did the networkings, which I'm pretty proud of myself for that. 4. The throne. Muahahaha! P5. The desktop. Goddamn it's so messy. The usual suspects are there: wireless keyboard (where the indicator shows that the battery's almost dead), mousey, Naruto snocap, wires wires wires, and some errant letters and envelopes from an errant letter-writer. Up there are the hi-fi speaker, the phone, and a book. John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men. Blum baca lagi :p6. Top of the monitor. A bookmark and some wristbands from the said errant letter-writer. Ekeke.Well, that's another peek into my life.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Ghostly apparition
Well, there's no angker mode goin' on over here. Just another (basi) picture from the ixus. I was moving the red 'hog further inside the porch. I guess this is in a low ISO setting, or maybe the hand was shaking. Oh, my bro took the pic.The actual reason I posted: I'm so totally bored. Looking at the state of the internet landscape; with Pablo's absence, and Lase's coming-soon post (yeah yeah, by tomorrow, she's already posted one), the landscape looks kinda bleak. Urgh, even Ibanez dropped outta sight. *groan*Thankfully I got a bit of brain cells left, so what better way to waste it by musing loudly over here. I was poking around Pablo's now-hibernating blog, and noticed that her circle of friends called her Cher in the blog. That got me thinking, why didn't her friends use Pablo as her moniker? The answer: they could damn well use whatever name the want to call her. In our circle (Pabs, me, Lase, ibanez et al.), we know her as Pablo. In her circle, her friends call her Cher, because that's the shortform of her name. Hell, offline, I call her Cher too. It just goes to proof, that privacy is a lost concept. (I'm going nowhere with this, aren't I?)Five hundred thousand down. Two billion, seven hundred million, forty-eight thousand, three hundred and twleve brain cells left to fry.
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