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wondering what’s happened to the previous entry. I haven’t checked my blog for some time, now the last entry is missing its content.
Might have to do with vulnerabilities exploit? or simply server problem?
talking about an offer you can’t refuse…
To say no will be like to scrap Monalisa and go paint a circle. Nah, bad analogy. But who cares.
10AM. I.am.hungry.
Went home early yesterday, reached my room at around 7pm. Slept right away all the way until 730 this morning. How’s that for a rest?
Didn’t have dinner, so.. here I am. 10AM and hungry like Blondie after Tuco left him stranded in the wilderness, which is supposedly his home, though. My station is the coldest place in the factory, so, it all adds up.
It’s suddenly high-school all over again.
Well, it’s in high school the last time I participated in radio phone-in quiz. It was quite fun back then.
10 years later today, this morning I managed to get through on the morning show quiz. Didn’t win, though, but enough to get me excited for an hour or so.
** wow it’s finally raining. Last night’s weather was a killer. Too warm that even a certain aged mother in the house slept on the floor.
As a self-declared classic-movies fan, I am ashamed I couldn’t formulate a Jeopardy question to which the answer is: “Archibald Leach, Bernard Schwartz, Lucille Fay LeSueur”.
Apparently, I didn’t watch that many classic movies as I thought I have.
Even Cliff’s attempt is better than mine, “Three persons who never entered my kitchen?”. LoL.
Nothing bad will happen (hopefully), but I’m in such a deep shit this week.
Now this is what I call stress. A real one.
** This is the kind of things that contribute to the Restless Leg Syndrome I’ve been having since I don’t recall how long. I have never given much thought about the “leg-shaking” thing. A lot of people say it’s a bad habit. Four out of six colleagues told me to stop everytime. Personally I believe they’re stopping me doing that has more to do with the annoyance caused by the shaking, rather than the tendencies of me going mad (which, I’m not sure in a joking way or not, a doctor friend of mine said, that RLS might be on the step 2 out of 8 on the road towards what, insanity?).
Whatever.
** In fact, there’s been a shift in my attitude towards pressure. Deadline pressure, that is. Tight deadline usually works in a rather positive way, forcing us to do things in a more efficient way (subject to the nature of the things, of course). I used to be able to take advantage of that. Over time, there’ been a shift in me. Put under pressure in the face of tight deadline, I’d just give up. To think that there’s too huge a task to be performed within a limited time, I’d just buckle. Too much, too much, I couldn’t do it.
No matter how they say that we should think in terms of smaller components and accomplishments, I just couldn’t seem to exclude the big, overbearing objective. That’s why I’ve always given up on many responsibilities coming my way. Without deadline, I’m able to do things good enough to my satisfaction. But I have a slight tendency of a perfectionist, so without deadline I would take my time to polish and re-polish things over and over again. In the end, the satisfaction is not worth the inefficiency, thus raising the dissatisfaction back up. (I can’t get no) satisfaction.
Basic. These are all basic. I need to get back to the period of time when we’re taught basic stuffs.
Apparently years of learning can be unlearned unconsciously.
well. to say my baby is coming is a bit over the top. So…, yes. And no.
Yes, the office had ordered a new server machine, and today it’s delivered. There it is, the new baby. Immediately installed CentOS on it, but further configuration will have to wait until weekend or next week. Kinda feels good to have a few servers around me (literally, because my designated desk is in the server room!), I feel so… admin!, whatever that means.
The other baby, not mine. My housemate will today be coming back to this country, with her newborn infant. Not really newly born, she gave birth in Feb.
On a different note, or maybe related, a letter has found its way to our letterbox, informing that there will be an increase in the flat-rental coming July, a predicted but not expected, whopping crazy way too much 54% increase. That could translate to a $150-$200 increase on my end. I’m beginning to think it might not worth it, what with the remote workplace and all.
So, I’m pondering the idea to find a new place, preferrably in North area. Actually, _must_ be in North area. If I’m able to find one, there will be 16 extra hours every week. To think that I could use that many hours to rest and relax, the effective extra hours could easily be double-accounted.
Anyway, we’ll see.
I’ve been using Editplus to do my PHP coding for many many years. Only a few months back I started using Eclipse PDT, and already I can’t live without it. A lot of convenience than I can ask for.
But still need to keep a simple text editor like Editplus around. Don’t want to have to open a big IDE just to do a simple, minor, typho editing.
“Mr. Anthony Minghella has passed away on 18 March 2008 of a haemorrhage in Charing Cross Hospital, London, following an operation the previous week to remove cancer of the tonsils and neck.”
I’m all misty-eyed to read the news. Rest In Peace, Great Sir.Thank you for The English Patient. Thank you for Cold Mountain.
My boss once asked me if I have any ambition about Hollywood (or filmmaking in general). I said I’d very much like to meet Anthony Minghella in person, and perhaps ask him a thing or two about his films. It seemed to be a far too distant hope. It’s now an impossible thing to happen.
I’ve read The Ninth Life of Louis Drax last year when I read that he’s going to make a movie adaptation of that book. Will we ever get to see the movie?
well, I’m almost on a certain way to become bald. Been having hairloss problem for many months (two years, maybe?), but within these last two months it seems to be much worsening. I can see a glimpse of “shiny scalp” now on top of my head (literally).
Not sure if it has to do with anything, but I’ve been having headache for the past week, too. I’m really worried that something is wrong in the head, not in the insane sort of way. Last week I woke up with a headache, especially when I touch some part of my head, mostly on top area. I thought it’s just the usual symptom associated with what, flu, cold or the likes. Now it’s been a week. And I don’t even need to touch it to feel the pain.
Actually, becoming bald couldn’t have bothered me much (a little, perhaps), but the thing is, what’s going on? People at my age don’t lose much hair for no reason. The first and foremost, quick question that pops out, “Are you distressed?”. Maybe I am, maybe not. I mean, honest to God, these last few months have been much happier time, with me leaving the long protracted and doomed attempt to complete school.
If it’s not psychological, it must be physical, God forbid. The worse reason I could bear will probably be lack of nutrition.
I don’t know. Hope for the better, prepare for the better, too.
Rushing in the morning because you’re worried that you couldn’t catch the bus in time to get in time to wherever you needed to be that morning. In a great hurry much later in the night because you’re worried you would miss the last bus to get back home from wherever you went earlier in the morning.
If that isn’t life, I don’t know what is.
“Yes, ” said Wavey. “Same with Herold. It’s like you feel to yourself that’s all you deserve. And the worse it gets the more it seems true, that you got it coming to you or it wouldn’t be that way. You know what I mean?”
For if Jack Buggit could escape form the pickle jar, if a bird with a broken neck could fly away, what else might be possible? Water may be older than light, diamonds crack in hot goat’s blood, mountaintops give off cold fire, forests appear in mid-ocean, it may happen that a crab is caught with the shadow of a hand on its back, that the wind be imprisoned in a bit of knotted string. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.
The least an idle blog is capable of is to recognize a new year when one comes. So, cheers! Looking forward to the next one where we will not to be there where we can see more people to last in the back of our mind for the rest of the year.
well, this is supposed to be the chain-tagging post, me being tagged by Deddy. But quite a sad fact (not part of the oncoming eight facts) that I don’t “know” many bloggers nowadays, they’re probably tagged already anyway by others. So the chain to me will stop here. The eight facts are kinda fun thing to post. So here goes.
My eight random habits and or facts:
(Hey while we’re talking about radio, long time ago, back home, my favourite was Sleepy Time on CDBS 100.2FM. Now 94.5 ??!?).