Archive for October, 2012

GG Bro… GG!!!

The title says it all… Congrats~

(Will write a reflective piece regarding this later on down the track…)

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My Mum had just arrived yesterday and had wanted to set up my grand parent’s computer with her personal programs. Among them were Firefox and Chrome. Because of my cousins (Primary schoolers and Junior High) who install game platforms on that computer whenever they come to visit the grandparents, the computer is littered with junks, add-ons, and ads. When she opened them… it was a mess… with pop up ads flying out and re-directs for click of the mouse.
Yes… they really enjoy their free games.

It’s not because I don’t understand computers, or that I don’t care about my grandparent’s computers. (Yes, I know… it’s most likely the computer is affected with viruses, harmful cookies, and Trojans). It’s just that the first time I tried cleaning the computer when I began living with them, when my cousins come back and found out their things were all deleted, they went and re-download them all and MORE!!! Then after they left, when my grandparents wanted to use it again, whenever they would open their email account, the computer system would then first freeze and then crash… every time. I think they got pretty annoyed about that… as well as the time and money spent in fixing it in the end. I know I would be too… But since they’re their grand kids… well… they just tell me… when you get to be a grandparent, you’ll understand… HAH!!!

My grandparents only ever use the computer to check their emails. And they don’t actually do much with it other than that. So I figured, instead of trying to clean it every time, I would just leave it as it is from now on since it is still working and it works for my grandparent’s usage.

Back to the story. Since whenever you open up Firefox or Chrome, the home website is saved as some random game ad filled site. So if I did use it, I would normally type in the address of which ever site I wanted. But my Mum wanted them set to the original Google website. A lot of the settings had been altered, and I spent a good 5 mins trying to find the options/config settings page. It was so cluttered and messy, I decided to go back to my own laptop to try and see if I can find something there.

After I found it, I made my way back to my grandparent’s computer to see my Mum trying to see if she had any luck in trying to find the options. As I came across, she began to stand up and slid the mouse to me. In that flick of the moment she must’ve have accidentally clicked the mouse button and it clicked into a random popup ad. That very instant, a porn website popped onto screen and pictures of naked women in all positions and …. well I think you guys know… I don’t need to go into details…

My Mum’s natural reaction went “Uggghhh… what… what the…. uuggghhhhh….” and literally jumped back a couple steps away looking surprised and shock . The reaction was so pure and funny… I have never seen a reaction from her like that ever before. I turned around and looked back at her and thought this was absolutely priceless…

Nice one Mum… nice one…

Pre-discharge mood…

Before this date actually happens, I would like to share some of my thoughts and feelings here…

For a ceremonious date which I had been looking forward to all year, I am currently not feeling all too happy about it. To me, this makes no logical sense but yet I understand why. I had been all to eager to finally be rid of this place. I mean c’mon… A whole year! I have been waiting for that very day. But in that time… things have changed.

I’ve made many new friends, I’ve made an undesirable place feel comfortable, I’ve struggled through many challenges one after another and my accomplishments further signifies my efforts. I believe change is good. It is always good to see things changing for the better. But because of all that has happened, I have some real mix feelings about it all.

For some newly made friends, I wish it would last longer. I know they will not just ‘disappear’ … but it wont ever be the same as it was. I’ve experienced similar situations in the past. In our attempt to overcome these challenges, we had have some good times, hefty laughs, and great food.

Time that’s been has felt both fast and slow, now that I think back. Guess I did make my time worthwhile. Am proud of myself for that. I’ve learnt so much here and I really appreciate all that has helped me along the way. I wont forget… even the small things.

As I stare blankly out into nothingness… daydreaming… my junior begins to remind me… ‘stop sighing!!!’

Can’t help it dude… natural reaction…

Sorry, but I’m going to use the R word…

You know what…?!?! I apologize for using such a retro word… but…

I think this poem is just rad!

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
  Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
   As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
  "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
  And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
  For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
  Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
  Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
  "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
  That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
        fearing,
  Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
  This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
   Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
  Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
        flutter,
  In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
        he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
  Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

   Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
  By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
   "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
        craven,
   Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
  Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
  Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
  Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
  That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
    Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
        before-
  On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

     Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
  "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
     Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
     Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
  Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
  Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
        door;
    Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
  What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
  To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
  But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
  Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
        hath sent thee
    Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
  Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
        devil!-
  Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
    On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
  Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
        devil!
  By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
  Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
        upstarting-
  "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
  Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
        door!"
               Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
  On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
        floor;
  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!


By Edgar Allan Poe

Operationja Update: MIA

Okay… just a really quick update.

Might sound like an excuse… okay… it probably is one… but I have been pretty busy as well as been trying to keep myself occupied. But really, I have tried to start a post here and there. Some of them ending up to become drafts for a later date… 5 to be precise. A couple of them was because I ran out of time to write them up or finish them… the rest well… I’m going to blame it on the oldest and greatest nemesis… the writers block D:

There has also been occasions where I’ve opened up a new posts page… stare at it for a good minute, let it settle to digest the ideas, move onto other things… and then eventually… I have to go and all I can do is hit the discard button. Mmm… I really hate hitting the discard button to a complete blank page. It’s like saying I had the intention but then made no effort to project those thoughts into action and in the end, equals nothing being done. Actually, that’s exactly how it is… ahh… I’m so ashamed.

However, with these excuses, it doesn’t mean I have wasted the time away. During the separation away, I’ve made some new friends, as well as familiarised with my work pretty well. Now that I get to be in the big boy’s seat, people actually come to me to ask how things are or how it’s done or what to do. Feels nice being able to be here. Nonetheless, I shall move on to other things in the future… hopefully greater and better!

I hit a low mood late last week which came out of nowhere. So far everything had been going well. I’m guessing it’s just to balance how well things have been going.

Hmm.. still many things I want to say, but I guess I shall leave it for later…

Time is short…

Time waits for no one…

Time to get real~