A poem i wrote on the bus a while back, when i was seriously pissed with someone.
don't tell me your Different, cos i know you're Indifferent.
Don't tell me you're Different
You haven't changed at all,cos
I know you're Indifferent,
Just that you've learnt to mask your
Reactions oh so well.So just
Go away.Turn away.Do what
you want. You're annoying. I'm Indifferent.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
Clever sayings. I'm copyrighting mine. planting the darn flag right here.
Hmmm the last time i came up with something that i thought was original. ( at least i nevr heard the exact same thing come up before in my entire life. I swear to you.)
Was The script of crimson riding hood.
But it sucks.( gruesome little thing. But i wasn't refering to that!)
i mean like have you ever come up with something which just came to you in an inspiration. Then to show it to people who then show you something they watched.. or heard about. And you never ever heard of it at all?
Like i dunno.. for me ... i came up with a saying last time.
which went along the lines of " hope for the best. Expect the worst."
Well i was using it very happily. And after all it did make sense to say it to people who just was about to get into something really really big, or just lost something big and dear to them. ( the alternative to the " bad-end " one is "Shit happens" )
Then i went googling for the kick of it.
(Its fun you should try it. See if your name appears. type weird random stuff on your keyboard.. yadda yadda. Only for the bored individual.)
And the horror of it was that some bugger already said it!
A big bad bugger by the name of Mel Brooks.
At first i was like.. who the .... was Mel Brooks?!
Bugger bugger...
Then i did my homework.
You oughta know that Imdb isn't my number one Wiki.
So yeah.. i know like nuts about stars and their affairs, and the who dates who divorced.
Oh but i do know Paris just got outta jail.
I have the same philosophy with soccer and stars, celebs whatever.
Its so much more fun being it, then talking about it.
Annnniiiwwwae.
Mel brooks did have quite alot of interesting things that he said. Sayings that is. and i do agree with some.
Anyway. so what i lost one original idea. Big deal Mel!
im stating right here and now that "God Knows, God doesn't tell. "
ITS MIIINNNEE! :P
Yeah i'm bored.
Was The script of crimson riding hood.
But it sucks.( gruesome little thing. But i wasn't refering to that!)
i mean like have you ever come up with something which just came to you in an inspiration. Then to show it to people who then show you something they watched.. or heard about. And you never ever heard of it at all?
Like i dunno.. for me ... i came up with a saying last time.
which went along the lines of " hope for the best. Expect the worst."
Well i was using it very happily. And after all it did make sense to say it to people who just was about to get into something really really big, or just lost something big and dear to them. ( the alternative to the " bad-end " one is "Shit happens" )
Then i went googling for the kick of it.
(Its fun you should try it. See if your name appears. type weird random stuff on your keyboard.. yadda yadda. Only for the bored individual.)
And the horror of it was that some bugger already said it!
A big bad bugger by the name of Mel Brooks.
At first i was like.. who the .... was Mel Brooks?!
Bugger bugger...
Then i did my homework.
You oughta know that Imdb isn't my number one Wiki.
So yeah.. i know like nuts about stars and their affairs, and the who dates who divorced.
Oh but i do know Paris just got outta jail.
I have the same philosophy with soccer and stars, celebs whatever.
Its so much more fun being it, then talking about it.
Annnniiiwwwae.
Mel brooks did have quite alot of interesting things that he said. Sayings that is. and i do agree with some.
Anyway. so what i lost one original idea. Big deal Mel!
im stating right here and now that "God Knows, God doesn't tell. "
ITS MIIINNNEE! :P
Yeah i'm bored.
Tired. drained. Dunno what to say.
Tired so tired so tired!
sigh.
I;ve been sleeping earlier too.. like at 8-9 pm? madness.
Even the bench is starting to feel like my bed.
What happened to the days of 3 AM s?
Are they going away now? :(
Deaf even to the sounds of Msn and phone rings.
It scares me.
sigh.
I;ve been sleeping earlier too.. like at 8-9 pm? madness.
Even the bench is starting to feel like my bed.
What happened to the days of 3 AM s?
Are they going away now? :(
Deaf even to the sounds of Msn and phone rings.
It scares me.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
TEST TEST!
Create your own Friend Test here
Sorry Phy.. Im a sucker for such shit.. Sooo funnnn!
Funn funn fuun!
Off to watch TV now! Ciaos!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Penguins aren't shockproof. Darn buggering SD card
Wah piang eh.... some of you may have noticed from my nick yesterday, late last night that well, shit hit the fan for me big time.
See what stuff happened like this.
I was helping out in a photoshoot la, then i had so much fun shooting! =P
I mean like i didn't know there were so many effects u could do with a DSLR, one flashlight, and a coupla gels! and i sorta got to know about this cafe called Pitch Black. its a really cool chill out place. Nice and quiet and the music selections is absolutment parfait.
i took so much photos that my 2Gb card was all filled up.
anyway, we called it a day. Or rather night, and then headed to 7-eleven, where i got a almost-perfect ending to any night. A glass of VITAMILK! Woots!
ho-hum.
So i headed home, and snoozed on the bus, and probably( or most definitely because i was absolutely wasted!) by Most divine intervention, felt my ipod slipping outta my fingers, and woke up, just to catch it by the rubber. (I know how that sounds! nevermind.)
Anyway. it was like 1 stop away from my stop!
i dunno.. its like i sleep all the time on buses. All the time.
Unless there's company la!
And i rarely actually oversleep my stop.
like i always ALWAYS wake up at least 1 stop or at the stop itself exactly.
Unless I'm REALLY THAT TIRED LA.
I dunno. Can anyone else do this....
woooooo maybe its some superhero power....
Not very helpful tho. to others that is.
Im being wishful.
Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnniiiiiiiiiwwwwwwaaaaaeeee
So i reached home
Eventually.
and so i wanted to see how the images woud all turn out. Like would they be like WOW! everyone in class wanna do that effect too! like OMG so COOL!
So i jacked in the camera.
and i clicked on the icon.
and i saw a empty space.
Like the folder was empty.
SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN.
ROYALLY.
I seem to dimly remembering swearing like mad.
Cursed like maybe a weeks worth of just one word- fuck. And alotta wood hurting.
My sis had problems sleeping. It seems like everytime she was about to snooze off,
she'll be awakened by another swear. It takes alot to wake my sis.
I mean like i dunno i was stunned.
I see a empty screen( or slot if u will) where the images were supposed to be
at.
And then I stared at it harder.
And then I really really wished then that its a bad dream.
This is one of the few times where i'm all inna fluster-bugger helluva panic.
Because the work on the line here, WASN'T MINE.
So finally i had the courage to call Rebecca.
And tell her i had bad news.
Aside here. Gab and pang tells me that with the one line of something along the lines of " i got bad news", i can really really make people pissed off, or sian-ified. Cool stuff huh? kick-ass-bad-guy calling good guy with that one liner, and then the camera can take him swearing and being a loser.. for that moment la.
I remember dimly swearing a little and hitting wood for a bit.
Then i took a breath and after putting the phone down. And started searching like mad for programs that could probably, and would save my ass on this one.
Free of course.
Pirate till the end.
Arrrrrr!
i went to places here and there. i checked crack and keygen sites like mad. Really.
Then i managed to finally download a trial version that could tell me how many images could be saved. F- recovery was the name of the program i think.
So i set it to work, and work it did, telling me how many images could be salvaged. when the counter hit about 200, i stopped it.
And continued my search for a generous program writer.
And sure enough. (As i always do!) i finally found the program. after doing my pirate research on the forums and chatlogs.
Googling for results like these really aren't pirate friendly i would say.
So yeah.. i found Undelete Plus.
FREEWARE!!!!
and finally i managed to drag out all the image data contained, but lost.
well 100% was searchable.
But only 75% was viewable.
Maybe it was my fault for shooting raw. I kinda thought that if I did get any good pictures, i would then be able to manipulate them in Photoshop.
But then again, apparently this problem sometimes happens without a reason. even when the card isn't damaged. or anything.
Kinda once in a blue moon thing.
Lesson learned today:
Always lock the SD card once its full of images that I wanna keep.
I'm still not happy tho.
There were alot of good images in the card that i can see, but cannot touch. as in when i try to edit. the file corrupts, as there isn't sufficient image information to sufficiently convert it properly.
Sigh. Sorry I messed up. I may not know how, it may be accidental. But shit happened, and i could have prevented it. So yeah. My fault there.
anyway. YAY! deadlines for photoshoot is on this friday.
God loves me. yay,Yay,YAY! =)
See what stuff happened like this.
I was helping out in a photoshoot la, then i had so much fun shooting! =P
I mean like i didn't know there were so many effects u could do with a DSLR, one flashlight, and a coupla gels! and i sorta got to know about this cafe called Pitch Black. its a really cool chill out place. Nice and quiet and the music selections is absolutment parfait.
i took so much photos that my 2Gb card was all filled up.
anyway, we called it a day. Or rather night, and then headed to 7-eleven, where i got a almost-perfect ending to any night. A glass of VITAMILK! Woots!
ho-hum.
So i headed home, and snoozed on the bus, and probably( or most definitely because i was absolutely wasted!) by Most divine intervention, felt my ipod slipping outta my fingers, and woke up, just to catch it by the rubber. (I know how that sounds! nevermind.)
Anyway. it was like 1 stop away from my stop!
i dunno.. its like i sleep all the time on buses. All the time.
Unless there's company la!
And i rarely actually oversleep my stop.
like i always ALWAYS wake up at least 1 stop or at the stop itself exactly.
Unless I'm REALLY THAT TIRED LA.
I dunno. Can anyone else do this....
woooooo maybe its some superhero power....
Not very helpful tho. to others that is.
Im being wishful.
Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnniiiiiiiiiwwwwwwaaaaaeeee
So i reached home
Eventually.
and so i wanted to see how the images woud all turn out. Like would they be like WOW! everyone in class wanna do that effect too! like OMG so COOL!
So i jacked in the camera.
and i clicked on the icon.
and i saw a empty space.
Like the folder was empty.
SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN.
ROYALLY.
I seem to dimly remembering swearing like mad.
Cursed like maybe a weeks worth of just one word- fuck. And alotta wood hurting.
My sis had problems sleeping. It seems like everytime she was about to snooze off,
she'll be awakened by another swear. It takes alot to wake my sis.
I mean like i dunno i was stunned.
I see a empty screen( or slot if u will) where the images were supposed to be
at.
And then I stared at it harder.
And then I really really wished then that its a bad dream.
This is one of the few times where i'm all inna fluster-bugger helluva panic.
Because the work on the line here, WASN'T MINE.
So finally i had the courage to call Rebecca.
And tell her i had bad news.
Aside here. Gab and pang tells me that with the one line of something along the lines of " i got bad news", i can really really make people pissed off, or sian-ified. Cool stuff huh? kick-ass-bad-guy calling good guy with that one liner, and then the camera can take him swearing and being a loser.. for that moment la.
I remember dimly swearing a little and hitting wood for a bit.
Then i took a breath and after putting the phone down. And started searching like mad for programs that could probably, and would save my ass on this one.
Free of course.
Pirate till the end.
Arrrrrr!
i went to places here and there. i checked crack and keygen sites like mad. Really.
Then i managed to finally download a trial version that could tell me how many images could be saved. F- recovery was the name of the program i think.
So i set it to work, and work it did, telling me how many images could be salvaged. when the counter hit about 200, i stopped it.
And continued my search for a generous program writer.
And sure enough. (As i always do!) i finally found the program. after doing my pirate research on the forums and chatlogs.
Googling for results like these really aren't pirate friendly i would say.
So yeah.. i found Undelete Plus.
FREEWARE!!!!
and finally i managed to drag out all the image data contained, but lost.
well 100% was searchable.
But only 75% was viewable.
Maybe it was my fault for shooting raw. I kinda thought that if I did get any good pictures, i would then be able to manipulate them in Photoshop.
But then again, apparently this problem sometimes happens without a reason. even when the card isn't damaged. or anything.
Kinda once in a blue moon thing.
Lesson learned today:
Always lock the SD card once its full of images that I wanna keep.
I'm still not happy tho.
There were alot of good images in the card that i can see, but cannot touch. as in when i try to edit. the file corrupts, as there isn't sufficient image information to sufficiently convert it properly.
Sigh. Sorry I messed up. I may not know how, it may be accidental. But shit happened, and i could have prevented it. So yeah. My fault there.
anyway. YAY! deadlines for photoshoot is on this friday.
God loves me. yay,Yay,YAY! =)
Saturday, May 26, 2007
I don't know whether to be happy for you, or sad for me.
Sigh... much as i wanna go round screaming obscenities, and drawing a knife on the person to slice out his heart for striking at my cbox again,
I really realised that actually i pity this person.
You have sacrificed a part of your life just to come and listen to what i have had to relate.
I may not know you, but know that i pity,love and thank you.
You may be the very next person i meet, even perhaps one of the ghosts of my past.
It doesn't matter. Thank you.
I removed the cbox to spare my other loved ones the crudeness of your love, and give you the privacy sorely needed.
anyway. I took my camera( I've decided to call her "Conspicio" ) out today!
*Yoda voice*
Accomplish great things we shall!
Heres one of em.
Of hanger-ons and Rollercoasters
Here's one by Rebecca which i liked alot. the guitar and the magazine symbolism there is power la.
Seduction( i think! but i think she is gonna rename it something else la)
And one "bloody" graffiti one.... this one i just took cos it looked cool... didn't intend to get anywhere with this.
OsoBloody!
Okay.. the rest cannot show liao... cos not i do wan... i think i ready crossed the line a bit.... gonna paaaay.. but ah well.
Annnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiwwwwwaeeeeeee.
i also wrote a poem.
About a sponge.. NOT SPONGEBOB... sorry..
i don't exactly think he rocks my world... at least not as much as you.
anyway. here goes.
Sponge
Light, all innocence.
Fresh,crisp from the pack whence
liberated for the cleaning.
Smoothened the abberations,
soaked up the solitary drips
dabbed daintily at the stubborn spots.
coaxed round the corners
Darkened, all torn.
Damp, soaked from the washouts.
There seems no solution, but to get
a New sponge, out with the old.
I really realised that actually i pity this person.
You have sacrificed a part of your life just to come and listen to what i have had to relate.
I may not know you, but know that i pity,love and thank you.
You may be the very next person i meet, even perhaps one of the ghosts of my past.
It doesn't matter. Thank you.
I removed the cbox to spare my other loved ones the crudeness of your love, and give you the privacy sorely needed.
anyway. I took my camera( I've decided to call her "Conspicio" ) out today!
*Yoda voice*
Accomplish great things we shall!
Heres one of em.
Of hanger-ons and Rollercoasters
Here's one by Rebecca which i liked alot. the guitar and the magazine symbolism there is power la.
Seduction( i think! but i think she is gonna rename it something else la)
And one "bloody" graffiti one.... this one i just took cos it looked cool... didn't intend to get anywhere with this.
OsoBloody!
Okay.. the rest cannot show liao... cos not i do wan... i think i ready crossed the line a bit.... gonna paaaay.. but ah well.
Annnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiwwwwwaeeeeeee.
i also wrote a poem.
About a sponge.. NOT SPONGEBOB... sorry..
i don't exactly think he rocks my world... at least not as much as you.
anyway. here goes.
Sponge
Light, all innocence.
Fresh,crisp from the pack whence
liberated for the cleaning.
Smoothened the abberations,
soaked up the solitary drips
dabbed daintily at the stubborn spots.
coaxed round the corners
Darkened, all torn.
Damp, soaked from the washouts.
There seems no solution, but to get
a New sponge, out with the old.
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