Archive for April, 2005


April 17, 2005

the rules of blogging

Wake up. There aren’t any real rules in blogging. That’s because different people perceives differently to different things. It’s about how you get the right readers to get interested in your blogging style. (The readers speak for themselves. Check out the big range of opinions in my previous post.)

So, don’t waste your time going around stereotyping (if you’re too free, go feed the dog or something. If you do not have a dog, go find a dog).

If you want to blog your style, just blog it away - you don’t have to listen to any “experts”. And if you want to look for a good blog, go read it and decide for yourself. It all comes back to your ethical principles when you want to agree with things for yourself.

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My perception of a good blog ?

1) Simple.
Easy to navigate and layouts are neat. I don’t really care about the colors or the font type, as long as I can fucking read it without problem.

2) Fast loading time (this proportionates to point #1 above)
Speed is important in cyberworld. If I want to listen to musics or watch some videos, the last place I’ll ever visit, is a blog. Go figure.

3) Original
If you do not have any idea to blog, well…don’t. Somehow, I always disliked the idea of people putting in some shitty lyrics or some poems they obtained from a secondary text book, and call that an entry - just for the sake of updating.

4) Contents (the most important of all)
Your blog content keeps me coming back for more. Be it about bitching, rants or your adventures playing with your neighbourhood kids, I don’t care. This is all about gut feel. I like it ? Then you’re good. The blogs listed in my “Colors of the Blogosphere” are some of the examples I’m talking about… (refer to ‘links’ page)

Again, my idea of a good blog, might not be your idea at all. Which proves that I’m right (read the first paragraph).

And naturally, those are the principles I keep reminding myself as well.

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April 16, 2005

enlighten me please….

I want to ask you readers out there…

DOES MY BLOG LAYOUT & COLOUR SCHEME LOOK GOOD TO YOU ?

For this post, I’m opening the commenting system for feedbacks…

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April 15, 2005

GOC - too much oil is bad for health

*kids, stay out.

While we were having our breakfast this morning, Wilson suddenly nudged our attention to a chick that was walking past our table.

Wilson : “Hot bod, but the face is a bit out of alignment…”

I kinda agree with his second point, but not the first. Well, that’s because I think the ‘chick’ was too fat. Cute maybe, but not hot, please.

Me : “No way I’d call that body hot, dude. She has too much cellulite… and her head’s bigger than my monitor”

Wilson : “A bit fat … but I think still acceptable…”

By this time, the rest of the guys were already laughing till they’re almost in the choke-hazard stage. Some were fast reaching the critical condition.

Me : “The only thing nice on her is her boobs. They’re kinda big… so big that they’re able to supply enough nutrition to grow 6 kids each tit… and she doesn’t need airbags in her car…”

Wilson : “Ahahhahhhh ! Yeah man, total.”

Me : “But then, those racks might be just useless lards. No nutritional value at all. Junk food. Coz she’s too fat like that…”

Wilson : “At desperate times, you would think otherwise…”

Me : “No way. She’s a health hazard. You’re gonna get all kinds of disease like diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol… just by fucking her. TOO MUCH OIL IS BAD FOR HEALTH !”

By the time I finished that sentence, the rest of the guys are already choking for air. That’s because they’re laughing too hard while eating at the same time.

Nothing like a good laugh in the morning…

That was a private conversation within us guys and constitutes no ill-will towards the particular individual or any types of individual in general. No blimp chicks were harmed in making this entry…

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zombie buster

I had a weird dream last night. Dreamt that I was somekind of zombie buster. You know, pretty much like what John Constantine did for a living in that movie - just that a zombie buster only confines his work on ruining zombies’ shit and kicking their sordid ass back into their graves. He doesn’t deal with demons or any other type of creeps.

The plot took place in an eerily lit mansion, and I, the zombie buster, was heading upstairs to the main bedroom over a report of a zombie sighting. I stopped at the room’s entrance and tried to open it. It was locked. I then knocked the door forcefully and decreed the undead to open up the door or be sorry about it. Nothing happened.

That was when I decided force the door open by kicking it… but that solid wood wouldn’t budge an inch. I was literally stuck and there’s nothing I can do about it… except yelling. “Open up the door goddamn it!”. I continued for what it must be like 5 minutes ? Then suddenly, I heard some noise coming from inside. Noise of a very heavy footstep, trudging towards the door …

Finally, there’s gonna be some showdown for the zombie buster… I said to myself. I reached for my sword to get myself ready for the anticipated battle, but… it was nowhere to be found. Damn it, where’s my sword ? - I said to myself. FUCK ! I must have dropped the sword somewhere when I’m on my way here !

Not wanting to fight a disadvantaged battle with a stinking zombie (nope, I ain’t punching no corpse. That’s unhygienic.), I bolted towards another bedroom’s door and tried to open it. Great, it wasn’t locked. Inside the room, there was a young pretty babe sitting on her bed, half naked in her lingerie … obviously awakened by my sudden entrance to the room…

That was when I said
“Errr… excuse me miss, I’m actually a zombie buster. I’m here to bust a zombie but, I dropped my sword somewhere. Do you happen to have weapon of some sort that I can use … like a machete or something ?”. (And no, I didn’t ogled at her braless tits while I was asking that)

She nodded and pointed at a wooden closet - where I found a spear head and a machete inside. Awesome ! I took both the weapons and headed out to confront the fucking zombie. But I was almost jolted black out when I saw that half decomposed zombie already made it’s way to the girl’s room entrance … and had both it’s skeletal claws lifted up in the air ready to pounce on me.

I immediately responded by thrusting the spear head into the zombie’s chest (or his tits, whatever). But it has no effect on him, that’s because the spear head I’m holding actually turned into a darkened banana peel ! FUCK ! Without wasting more time, I tried to slash that zombie with that machete … trying to decapitate it’s ugly head. Again, no effect - as the machete I’m holding had mysteriously transformed into a small thumb paper cutter (you know, those that we use in kindergarten class ?).

Realizing that the situation wasn’t looking good, I tried to flee but was rounded up by that pretty young girl - which turned out to be the zombie’s cohort banshee (like the one in Warcraft ?) in disguise. And evil triumphed over the good in that dream … and was continued by another dream which I didn’t manage to recall.

moral of dream - something’s telling me that thou should not trust pretty girls. at least not 100%.

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April 14, 2005

things made simpler

I finally registered for my new identification card (IC) yesterday after much procrastination. Spent nearly 2 hours idling inside the id registration office, for just 1 minute’s worth of job. Fill in a simple form (your name, address and phone number), snap a photo and scan both your thumb prints. As simple as that.

It really bothered me why we need to go through so much trouble to get all that done. Like it’s so fun to sit on that uncomfortable seat whiffing the poorly ventilated office air. “Cekap dan Efisien” my ass.

If I were to be the planner for all these, things would’ve been so much better. Here’s what I would do…

Instead of hiring those sloths to work at front counters collecting data the neanderthal way, I’d say we invest the money on somekind of vending machines to process these informations. Get like a few hundreds of it and dumb them into a rented auditorium or something. Then hire a few dozen of bouncers for crowd control.

These machines, would just encompass 4 input devices. A digital camera, 2 thumb print scanners and a flatbed scanner.
digital camera - to photograph your fucking face
thumbprint scanner (x2) - to obtain your left/right thumbprint data
flatbed scanner - to record your name and last known address

An adjustable seat will be placed in front of each machine. (this is to cater for various heights amongst the people).

All an applicant need to do, is just to place his/her old IC on the flatbed scanner, take a seat in front of the machine and place both his/her thumbs on the 2 thumb print scanners respectively, while staring the camera lense at the same time. At the count of 5, the gadgets would all be activated simultaneously and record the data in digital format… and with a little bit of networking, flow those information into a main database.

That’s all. Less than 10 seconds for each person. Make it 30 seconds. And the place would be made open 24 hours 7 days a week… so that busy people like you and me can go to register our new IC peacefully in the middle of the night… when all annoying housewives are sleeping at home.

Some FAQ’s for you conservative fuckers out there that doubted this idea would work at all

Q: “How would they know it’s me if I didn’t fill in any forms ?”
A: You fucking scanned your old IC, remember ? With a little magic from some text recognition software, they’re gonna know it’s you alright.

Q: “What if I have a new address that’s different from my old IC ?”
A: Who cares ? There are a few hundreds of thousands of dwellers that are nomads. Do you think they have a permanent address ?

Q: “If the government doesn’t have my latest address, how are they gonna notify me to collect my new IC then ?”
A: Your IC will be issued on the spot. If a 60 page passport that’s capable of travelling almost the entire surface of planet Earth can be issued in just 1 day, theoretically, it’s very possible to issue a teeny weeny identification card on the spot… it’s just some common printing and lamination with a memory chip on it …

Q: “It will be pandemonium inside the auditorium ! There’s simply too many registration to be processed !”
A: It’s not gonna happen when you have a few dozens of bouncers controlling the situation with cattle prods and stun guns.

Q: “Those cameras suck ! Everything seems to look ugly in print with those cheap cameras ! Anyway to allow multiple shots so that I can choose my best looking photo to go on my IC ?”
A: Why would you want to look so good in your identification card ? Think about it. Who would usually look at your IC photo beside those loathsome cops that’s gonna write you a speeding ticket ?? Don’t be stupid. In fact, everyone should look as pissed as possible on your IC. If possible, stick out your tongue with a finger as well…like the picture in this post. There shouldn’t be any reason for you to look pleasant at all … unless you’re fond of paying summonses.

That’s pretty much about it. The rest of the unanswered questions can be found inside the toilet bowl. Just put your head into it and flush.

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