Double You Tee Eff

On my last day, I want to fly.

I need to start visiting more high places; need to get used to the height. But I'd probably forget to do so.

I'm just living on borrowed (Stolen? Blatantly and selfishly stolen?) time. How long can I go on like this? I don't asked myself that too often since I stopped thinking.

I've been escaping for a while now, a good while. Too damned bloody long, in fact.

I don't see a future.

Away, Away, Away...

for now.

Check out this lovely, lovely photo Jeremy Hedley of Antipixel took of a wee little wisp of cloud, along with the colours of the sky, being reflected in the office windows of a building.

Stupid Pop-up

That http://e.rn11.com/ right at the top? — dead giveaway.



Let's check out the properties.



Ha!

Look what Google turned up:



And there's more!



You get to check out their ads with that list above.

One of their ads try to imitate that infamous blue screen of death:



By the way, I do see the irony; I am voluntarily checking out ads and pop-ups. -_-;;

Anyway, avoid these products:

• Oemtec's SpamExtract and SpySpotter
• System Soap

Any product/company that advertises this way can't be any good.

Technorati Tags: spyware, adware, security, internet

Make of This What You Will

ap·a·thy
n.

1. Lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference.
2. Lack of emotion or feeling; impassiveness.

I happen to have a lot of that.

I turn on the apathy to deal with some things when I don't want to be bothered by them. In fact, I'd say the apathy keeps me functioning as per normal. But nowadays, it's there even when it shouldn't be; it's there even when it comes to the most important things in my life. I'm not even very disturbed by that, although I know I should be worried by it.

Sometimes, I go through the motions because I know it is expected of me. I show the normal reactions anyone else would in that situation, but at the same time, I'm not really there emotionally. I am outside of the situation; you know what I mean?

But you shouldn't. 'Cause if you do, you should be worried too.

From My Inbox #2: Chestnuts 2005

No, it didn't come like this. But all I did was to make it into one column. Otherwise, the choice of format, colours, and fonts — all theirs.

Shoddy e-mail advertising job aside, Hossan Leong and Jonathan Lim are an absolute riot.

I had caught their House of the Flying Chestnuts last year, and before that, Chestnuts Unloaded: Curse of the Black Pearl Bubble Tea in 2003. Hossan Leong is a fairly recent replacement* addition, considering that this is the ninth installment of Chestnuts. The original duo was made up of Jonathan Lim and Sean Yeo. In fact, Sean Yeo was still performing in 2003's Chestnuts.

Unfortunately, I don't know where my diary is, or I'd quote from it (where I wrote about House of the Flying Chestnuts). Let's see, IIRC, on the night that I went, the special guest was asked to demonstrate something with a banana. I forgot his name, though.



And oh, they had this scene where Chiang Ziyi and Lucy Liu traded bitchy remarks that were sometimes touché, or even politically incorrect, to say the least. An example:

Lucy Liu: In my movies, no subtitles are necessary when I speak English.

Chiang Ziyi: Hmpf. At least I'm not a second-class citizen in my own country.

Anyway, I've already got my ticket for this year's Chestnuts. Heh. Am looking forward to it.


*Just kidding. Hossan Leong is mad funny! His mere presence is enough to make people crack up, as was the case at The Necessary Stage's Mardi Gras (2003). I thought that play didn't quite live up to the hype; it also had this incest subplot that was totally out of the blue. It made the audience go "Huh?" — literally.

Technorati Tags: theatre, drama, plays, singapore

Reggae?

Not.



As seen on eMusic.

On a slightly related note, someone wanted to hire a monk:

Can I hire a tibetan monk (or any buddhist monk) to live in a spare bedroom in my house? to walk around the house chanting, burning incense and basically keeping me relaxed? Perhaps he could even help out with the chores and watch the kids while my wife and I step out for a movie?

How would I go about contacting a monk in order to make the offer to them?