I thought hard for over an hour before deciding to skip QotW again. That means that I probably won't be able to skip anymore after this, but well, I've got too many things coming together at once. Getting a running nose really isn't helping either.
This is not an excuse by the way. Think of it as a journal record, for memory's sake.
Of how bittersweet this semester was.
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Saturday, March 31, 2007
Tasukete~
Hopelessly swamped with work... I dunno whether I can make it out of the weekend, much less the end of the semester....
Friday, March 30, 2007
Technologically April Fools'
Cool Idea on Wired.com’s Blog - Enter and Vote your fav tech April Fools Prank (Digg Style)
Set. I'll do that to my brother. Watch out for the update on how it went. :D
Swap Their Mouse Buttons by Wired News
Set left-click as right-click and vice versa. This one is so simple, it’s best reserved for the truly helpless. To make it a little more annoying, slow down the double-click speed while you’re at it.
Set. I'll do that to my brother. Watch out for the update on how it went. :D
About that smoking ad...
南洋之子: Singapore anti smoking TV ads receives bad review
So here's my (family's) take on the new smoking ad.
It's unbelievable.
If you can gross people out and make them stop smoking, then I say play it on all channels in 4 languages at 7:30pm sharp. And make her drool blood as she speaks too.
The fact is, it is disturbing, but without effect. How would rotten gums and sore-ridden lips persuade anyone against smoking? For one the poor actress who did this is slurring as her character. I mean yeah show the oh-so-horrifying effects of smoking and mouth cancer (or gum cancer I forgot the exact body part), but remember it is an advertisement. It is as easy to lose attention as it is to gain. Who enjoying their dinner or walking around the house or even with a remote control would bother to listen to a nauseating looking girl slur???
Also, like my mother promptly commented, totally unaffected, the make-up was just so exaggerated. Now you may say wtf you retard that's what really happens you smoke and see whether exaggerated or not la dickhead. I agree. I won't even put down an opinion on whether that really happens simply because I dunno. And I'm not going to try. But the fact remains that my mother's and my reactions were so, that it was exaggerated and unbelievable. The facts can smoke their faces black - the ad's failed because we believed it to be unbelievable. The message didn't reach us. Smokers will continue puffing. Non-smokers won't be anymore dissuaded from lighting their first stick.
This isn't the first time for Singaporean PSAs. Remember the drink-driving campaign? Drinking shatters lives! Get the picture?!
Sigh.
So here's my (family's) take on the new smoking ad.
It's unbelievable.
If you can gross people out and make them stop smoking, then I say play it on all channels in 4 languages at 7:30pm sharp. And make her drool blood as she speaks too.
The fact is, it is disturbing, but without effect. How would rotten gums and sore-ridden lips persuade anyone against smoking? For one the poor actress who did this is slurring as her character. I mean yeah show the oh-so-horrifying effects of smoking and mouth cancer (or gum cancer I forgot the exact body part), but remember it is an advertisement. It is as easy to lose attention as it is to gain. Who enjoying their dinner or walking around the house or even with a remote control would bother to listen to a nauseating looking girl slur???
Also, like my mother promptly commented, totally unaffected, the make-up was just so exaggerated. Now you may say wtf you retard that's what really happens you smoke and see whether exaggerated or not la dickhead. I agree. I won't even put down an opinion on whether that really happens simply because I dunno. And I'm not going to try. But the fact remains that my mother's and my reactions were so, that it was exaggerated and unbelievable. The facts can smoke their faces black - the ad's failed because we believed it to be unbelievable. The message didn't reach us. Smokers will continue puffing. Non-smokers won't be anymore dissuaded from lighting their first stick.
This isn't the first time for Singaporean PSAs. Remember the drink-driving campaign? Drinking shatters lives! Get the picture?!
Sigh.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
OhmyNews: YouTube Under Attack
http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_view.asp?at_code=400450
Media giants team up with Microsoft to take down Google.
YouTube, the famous video sharing Web site founded in 2005 by two 20-year-olds and recently sold to Internet giant Google -- also founded by 20-year-olds, in 1998 -- rose quickly and with almost no competition to be, like Google, a worldwide reference on its market. With over 100 million daily views, and videos ranging from Mexican gang brawls to sports company commercials, the Web site created its own market and presented a new way of interacting with videos that people simply hadn't thought of. ...
Well well well! I never thought my prediction on ping.sg would come to pass that fast!
Media giants team up with Microsoft to take down Google.
YouTube, the famous video sharing Web site founded in 2005 by two 20-year-olds and recently sold to Internet giant Google -- also founded by 20-year-olds, in 1998 -- rose quickly and with almost no competition to be, like Google, a worldwide reference on its market. With over 100 million daily views, and videos ranging from Mexican gang brawls to sports company commercials, the Web site created its own market and presented a new way of interacting with videos that people simply hadn't thought of. ...
Well well well! I never thought my prediction on ping.sg would come to pass that fast!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Adobe Premiere
Another day spent meeting new people, experimenting with new programs, venturing into unfamiliar waters, and essentially doing nothing useful.
Just got off my first encounter with Adobe Premiere Pro 2.0. Like the first time I used Photoshop, I was fumbling around, accidentally slicing off audio from the video clip, clicking in a million places, and so on. However, experience with Photoshop, a fellow Adobe product allowed me the advantage of knowing how Adobe designs their interfaces, and that saved me alot of time.
Any decent Photoshopper out there would tell you how terribly addictive it can get. Even if it wasn't addictive it surrounded you in its terrifyingly invisible capsule and shuts you off from all humans animals and aliens. So imagine how it would be once I familiarize myself with the streets and alleys of Premiere. There'll be no end to it once I start.
And as I half-expected, it lags on my computer. L-a-g-s.
GOD I HATE THIS COMPUTER SOMEONE GIVE ME A NEW ONE! AGH!
Just got off my first encounter with Adobe Premiere Pro 2.0. Like the first time I used Photoshop, I was fumbling around, accidentally slicing off audio from the video clip, clicking in a million places, and so on. However, experience with Photoshop, a fellow Adobe product allowed me the advantage of knowing how Adobe designs their interfaces, and that saved me alot of time.
Any decent Photoshopper out there would tell you how terribly addictive it can get. Even if it wasn't addictive it surrounded you in its terrifyingly invisible capsule and shuts you off from all humans animals and aliens. So imagine how it would be once I familiarize myself with the streets and alleys of Premiere. There'll be no end to it once I start.
And as I half-expected, it lags on my computer. L-a-g-s.
GOD I HATE THIS COMPUTER SOMEONE GIVE ME A NEW ONE! AGH!
Starting a Second Life
Dropped by 536 to say hi to Kevin today. Previously he floored us all (most of us listening anyway) by announcing that he had SIM install Second Life in their computers. Today he advised us to get an early start on it, since the QotW would involve immersing yourself in the game. And indeed we came up with some big plans to build SIM in SL's Lion City. But that's for later.
So an excited Cheilla mailed me an invite after she got home. Except I was running through other things and by the time I remembered SL I searched it up through Yahoo and forgot about Cheilla's invitation. I did put her SL name in under 'recommendation' though.
So I registered. The transition to the next page after I submitted my registration never happened, it sort of froze there, but I got the welcome email, so I just closed the frozen page in the end.
I was rather apprehensive since Andrea reported her SL program crashing each time she tried to start it. And even if it didn't crash on mine, my computer isn't lightning-quick, and I was afraid of what it would do to my computer. I ran through the preferences before even signing in, just to ensure as much as possible that I won't blow my CPU up once I enter the world. And then I clicked connect.
And until now, I'm still waiting to log in.
They did put a message saying 'Logging in... Second Life may appear frozen. Please wait.' So I wait lor.
But for how long sia?
So an excited Cheilla mailed me an invite after she got home. Except I was running through other things and by the time I remembered SL I searched it up through Yahoo and forgot about Cheilla's invitation. I did put her SL name in under 'recommendation' though.
So I registered. The transition to the next page after I submitted my registration never happened, it sort of froze there, but I got the welcome email, so I just closed the frozen page in the end.
I was rather apprehensive since Andrea reported her SL program crashing each time she tried to start it. And even if it didn't crash on mine, my computer isn't lightning-quick, and I was afraid of what it would do to my computer. I ran through the preferences before even signing in, just to ensure as much as possible that I won't blow my CPU up once I enter the world. And then I clicked connect.
And until now, I'm still waiting to log in.
They did put a message saying 'Logging in... Second Life may appear frozen. Please wait.' So I wait lor.
But for how long sia?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
What the Buck?!
Haven't posted videos for a long time so here's something. This guy is a popular Youtube comedian who puts up videos making fun of celebrities and the latest news in Hollywood. He reminds me of Greg Proops, and equally funny as well. Here are two of his clips.
How would I know?!
Well this is terribly disappointing.
I was serving at Children's Church today and just before second service started I was hanging around the outside of the room, behind the admin people to (very nicely) show kids to their 'zones' in the room. I think it was the first time that Praise Kids I and II were having combined praise & worship, so there were 200+ kids playing their PSPs DS Lites YuGiOh etcetcetc. Some at least stick with a book. A paper book, not e-book.
SO (I ALWAYS digress...) I was waiting outside, and I had my back turned. Suddenly I heard this.
What?
We'll need your child's birth cert number, we didn't get it in the registration earlier.
Wh... why do you need his birth cert number? I don't remember his birth cert number!
I whipped around, incredulous.
Well, does he have his student pass?
No! Of course not! Why should he? Why should we carry his student pass around?!
Er...So there's no way of getting his BC no..
No! Why are you asking for this you've never asked for it before!
We do. We need it. Can you bring the information next week?
Ya of course.
Right thank you. [to child] Primary?
And I brought him in after that.
I think the child was Primary 3, but I wonder if he would be hurt if he had really understood his mother's words. Forgetting at that moment is forgivable, surely. But not bothering to remember it and snapping at other people for that? Haluo??!!
My parents probably remember half the figures, or jumble them up. This makes me appreciate even those mistakes even more. Any parent of someone my generation would probably have bought 4D or Toto with it. My father probably permutated all possible combinations on his auto-calculate Excel spreadsheet (you'd think it's stupid, but beyond the pointlessness of it all I think it's really genius 'programming'. My dad's one of those keep-track-of-everything kind). To say so loudly and angrily that you effectively can't be bothered remembering your child's BC no., you might as well disown him right there and never come back. One of the admin was saying he was tempted to ask whether she was really the mother, but decided against it in the interest of politeness.
Apa najadi sial.
I was serving at Children's Church today and just before second service started I was hanging around the outside of the room, behind the admin people to (very nicely) show kids to their 'zones' in the room. I think it was the first time that Praise Kids I and II were having combined praise & worship, so there were 200+ kids playing their PSPs DS Lites YuGiOh etcetcetc. Some at least stick with a book. A paper book, not e-book.
SO (I ALWAYS digress...) I was waiting outside, and I had my back turned. Suddenly I heard this.
What?
We'll need your child's birth cert number, we didn't get it in the registration earlier.
Wh... why do you need his birth cert number? I don't remember his birth cert number!
I whipped around, incredulous.
Well, does he have his student pass?
No! Of course not! Why should he? Why should we carry his student pass around?!
Er...So there's no way of getting his BC no..
No! Why are you asking for this you've never asked for it before!
We do. We need it. Can you bring the information next week?
Ya of course.
Right thank you. [to child] Primary?
And I brought him in after that.
I think the child was Primary 3, but I wonder if he would be hurt if he had really understood his mother's words. Forgetting at that moment is forgivable, surely. But not bothering to remember it and snapping at other people for that? Haluo??!!
My parents probably remember half the figures, or jumble them up. This makes me appreciate even those mistakes even more. Any parent of someone my generation would probably have bought 4D or Toto with it. My father probably permutated all possible combinations on his auto-calculate Excel spreadsheet (you'd think it's stupid, but beyond the pointlessness of it all I think it's really genius 'programming'. My dad's one of those keep-track-of-everything kind). To say so loudly and angrily that you effectively can't be bothered remembering your child's BC no., you might as well disown him right there and never come back. One of the admin was saying he was tempted to ask whether she was really the mother, but decided against it in the interest of politeness.
Apa najadi sial.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Ol' Chums
One of my friends recently got shirty with me, and to my dismay, he later attributed his tick-off to the fact that everytime I talk about my parents, aside from getting gifts and birthdays, I'd be bitching about them.
Which, well, is sadly true. Just half a week ago I was bitching again. I was a little miffed because now everytime I bitch I feel so conscious and guilty and condemned about it. Eh cartharsis is important you know. Don't bottle up then later I go mad kill people I tell you.
So here's the bitch of the day.
I met a primary school friend while on the way to join my parents and cousin's family at a nearby restaurant. He invited me to join him, another friend, and my best friend (which actually I just met yesterday) for supper nearby. I said I'd call later.
After dinner, which was within walking distance from my house, we adjourned back to our apartment for durian. And then my best friend called to say that he was on the way. I promised I would set off as soon as possible. That was 1030pm.
My mom refused to let me leave. I had no choice to wait until my cousin's family went off, because that's why she's making me stay. Out of politeness.
They left at 1130.
It's not like my friends were specially waiting for me, but what the hell! I mean I was just sitting there trying to watch Bulletproof Monk above the conversations smothering the dialogue (which wasn't much la I was watching the action/effects). I wasn't even talking, at most laughing at an occasional joke. I hadn't seen my cousin in a year, but damn it I haven't seen my friends in three years! By the time my cousins left my friends were to be leaving shortly anyway, and I had to forfeit even getting a glance at them. I was pretty sore about it, my lip was actually curling uncontrollably, to my mild surprise. I only do that when I'm really agitated.
One good thing about it all is that very shortly after I threw myself into the chair in front of this computer, cool wind started flowing through my room. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and soon the unmistakable sigh of a heavy shower could be heard. I wouldn't have minded getting a little wet to see my friends, really, especially since I was sticky and all from the stroll back to my apartment. That's how humid the freaking park was. 10min walk, and my skin felt like I'd trekked Bukit Timah Hill. Sickening... I wouldn't have minded getting wet, but it's still inconvenient and all all the same.
Anyway, I've already made initial arrangements for another meeting. I hope I'll get the timing right. My friends are all getting their postings, and probably going for training everyday at their respective centres.
Till then ol' chums.
Which, well, is sadly true. Just half a week ago I was bitching again. I was a little miffed because now everytime I bitch I feel so conscious and guilty and condemned about it. Eh cartharsis is important you know. Don't bottle up then later I go mad kill people I tell you.
So here's the bitch of the day.
I met a primary school friend while on the way to join my parents and cousin's family at a nearby restaurant. He invited me to join him, another friend, and my best friend (which actually I just met yesterday) for supper nearby. I said I'd call later.
After dinner, which was within walking distance from my house, we adjourned back to our apartment for durian. And then my best friend called to say that he was on the way. I promised I would set off as soon as possible. That was 1030pm.
My mom refused to let me leave. I had no choice to wait until my cousin's family went off, because that's why she's making me stay. Out of politeness.
They left at 1130.
It's not like my friends were specially waiting for me, but what the hell! I mean I was just sitting there trying to watch Bulletproof Monk above the conversations smothering the dialogue (which wasn't much la I was watching the action/effects). I wasn't even talking, at most laughing at an occasional joke. I hadn't seen my cousin in a year, but damn it I haven't seen my friends in three years! By the time my cousins left my friends were to be leaving shortly anyway, and I had to forfeit even getting a glance at them. I was pretty sore about it, my lip was actually curling uncontrollably, to my mild surprise. I only do that when I'm really agitated.
One good thing about it all is that very shortly after I threw myself into the chair in front of this computer, cool wind started flowing through my room. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and soon the unmistakable sigh of a heavy shower could be heard. I wouldn't have minded getting a little wet to see my friends, really, especially since I was sticky and all from the stroll back to my apartment. That's how humid the freaking park was. 10min walk, and my skin felt like I'd trekked Bukit Timah Hill. Sickening... I wouldn't have minded getting wet, but it's still inconvenient and all all the same.
Anyway, I've already made initial arrangements for another meeting. I hope I'll get the timing right. My friends are all getting their postings, and probably going for training everyday at their respective centres.
Till then ol' chums.
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