Tuesday, June 23, 2009
link dump: a twitribute
i've had my trusty digg screensaver for about a year now. but increasingly, i don't wait for the 10 minutes of inactivity to trigger it. now news is one of the first things when i start up. it's 1 click to open firefox, and another 1 click for 20 of the latest tweets. as my email is loading i'm also loading a queue of new tabs. then it's an eclectic mix of delicious (no, not that delicious) reading through the morning.
like today - essex girl saved from lightning by ipod. solar eclipse of the century (6mins 39secs, 22july). uber workstation, making of. evolution of a photographer. a voxel short film. it's a freaking flow of knowledge, even with out-of-my-league bits like mimicking the osx dock with jquery. and it's just a dip in the stream, as they say. so here's the link dump - courtesy of twitter, bit.ly, ow.ly, is.gd, tischen, and other whatnots.
speaking of which, d'u know if those shortened links have an expiry date?
like today - essex girl saved from lightning by ipod. solar eclipse of the century (6mins 39secs, 22july). uber workstation, making of. evolution of a photographer. a voxel short film. it's a freaking flow of knowledge, even with out-of-my-league bits like mimicking the osx dock with jquery. and it's just a dip in the stream, as they say. so here's the link dump - courtesy of twitter, bit.ly, ow.ly, is.gd, tischen, and other whatnots.
speaking of which, d'u know if those shortened links have an expiry date?
- funniest msn status messages - messquoted
- art student stereotypes - blankanvas
- bk MAKES me read their copy - cpbftw
- skinny soho/apartment - archinect
- #lyttlelytton, in vein of the bulwer-lytton contest - twherelse?
- deaf violinist for a shampoo ad - grey thailand
- and on twitter forming link currency - techcrunch
Thursday, June 18, 2009
may in conclusion
2 months on, here i am picking up from the [tobecontinued].
forgotten stash: is a stale story by now, but the short of it is, i'd been sitting on 3 years of angpow cash. god knows what i'd been saving for. the lx3 was already there - in cny booty, in sgd's, in disparate drawers in my room. yeah, sitting on money, what a fucking sin. u know what's a bigger sin? sitting on time.
this is gonna be a long rambling recap. the kind when on a sleepless night u wonder what u've done with your life, and wtf happened to may?
rafting: early fail - didn't make it at 7.15am. the bus was late anyway, although that's not an excuse. trouped out to kkb with 4 hongkie tourists and "enter the dragon" on dvd. sg selangor here we come! but the fates didn't give us whitewater - sg selangor had the idyllic flow of a freakin longkang. so we breakfasted, dumped the loud bitching hongkies at the ktm, and then sg slim here we come! i must say it was my first time taking a detour into perak. then... between bus and river was another ass-thumping 4wd ride into the jungle. it was nearly midday before we touched actual whitewater. many thanks to the people who stayed cheerful.
how d'u sum up something like this? it's your first time, it's over too soon, and afterwards it's a mash of scenes. that's how i remember it: overboards, collisions, capsizes, pushing your collective weight, left right back front diagonal, leaning faaar out, foam and rocks, an inch from your face, a 7ft cascade, into the infamous jeram kotak, paddleup!/salute/smack's, and flinging apple cores into the trees. 7kms later, we're heroes on a high. who else is up for it again?
books: there was the bigbadwolf, but before that... i'd borrowed a joan aiken from shyng. "a small pinch of weather" is a collection of children's stories - light, whimsical, entertaining, creative. i felt like a kid again. so much so i didn't wanna give it back. she called me bookrobbajook. sigh could i not love her? =) i think it's that much harder to write children's fiction. don't look down on it, but think instead, are u good enough to write children's fiction? and then there was "wellversed", a collection of malaysian poetry, loaned by justine. that one's going back to its owner. and there was "glue", colloquial scottish, companion to transpotting - loaned by tony, started, bookmarked, now forgotten.
and now we come to the bigbadwolf sale. besides others, there's "midnight in the garden of good and evil" (from my college reading list) and "brave new world" (in the vein of "1984" - which i've not read), however the first i'd devoured was "tale of desperaux". yes, more children's fiction. and for the first time, i think the movie's better than the book. as i type, the little stack sits behind my chair. why's it on the floor? my shelves are nearly full. i feel like a karenwong. i'm a collector more than a reader. fuck.
games: in the weekends in between, i discovered an exciting version of lexulous. it's called scrabble and it's played on a board. no dictionary, no shuffle function, instant turnaround. it's fun! and it's physical, which makes a lot of other things possible. imagine a drinking game, like... in-between. can u play it online? where's the fun? or imagine strip poker, and strip texas hold'em on facebook. totally no vibe, man. the spreadouters explored monopoly deal. that's monopoly on cards, at a much faster pace. syok. then there's the sporadic bouts of conquer, which prompted me to think of go, or weiqi, the original black-&-white-stones coolness. i'm sure as hell gonna get a set soon.
slack: totally unprecedented, i had 2 weeks of slack. yes, 2 weeks so memorable it merits a blog mention. gone to utter waste. surfed digg and deviantart and lexulous'd until people got suspicious, until i myself got suspicious. yes, i seriously asked the pm, out of curiosity, why i had no jobs. Never aGain, muthaFuck. next time u're free, just shut up, go home early and get on with life. the torrent has continued until now.
and that concludes may... and half of june.
forgotten stash: is a stale story by now, but the short of it is, i'd been sitting on 3 years of angpow cash. god knows what i'd been saving for. the lx3 was already there - in cny booty, in sgd's, in disparate drawers in my room. yeah, sitting on money, what a fucking sin. u know what's a bigger sin? sitting on time.
this is gonna be a long rambling recap. the kind when on a sleepless night u wonder what u've done with your life, and wtf happened to may?
rafting: early fail - didn't make it at 7.15am. the bus was late anyway, although that's not an excuse. trouped out to kkb with 4 hongkie tourists and "enter the dragon" on dvd. sg selangor here we come! but the fates didn't give us whitewater - sg selangor had the idyllic flow of a freakin longkang. so we breakfasted, dumped the loud bitching hongkies at the ktm, and then sg slim here we come! i must say it was my first time taking a detour into perak. then... between bus and river was another ass-thumping 4wd ride into the jungle. it was nearly midday before we touched actual whitewater. many thanks to the people who stayed cheerful.
how d'u sum up something like this? it's your first time, it's over too soon, and afterwards it's a mash of scenes. that's how i remember it: overboards, collisions, capsizes, pushing your collective weight, left right back front diagonal, leaning faaar out, foam and rocks, an inch from your face, a 7ft cascade, into the infamous jeram kotak, paddleup!/salute/smack's, and flinging apple cores into the trees. 7kms later, we're heroes on a high. who else is up for it again?
books: there was the bigbadwolf, but before that... i'd borrowed a joan aiken from shyng. "a small pinch of weather" is a collection of children's stories - light, whimsical, entertaining, creative. i felt like a kid again. so much so i didn't wanna give it back. she called me bookrobbajook. sigh could i not love her? =) i think it's that much harder to write children's fiction. don't look down on it, but think instead, are u good enough to write children's fiction? and then there was "wellversed", a collection of malaysian poetry, loaned by justine. that one's going back to its owner. and there was "glue", colloquial scottish, companion to transpotting - loaned by tony, started, bookmarked, now forgotten.
and now we come to the bigbadwolf sale. besides others, there's "midnight in the garden of good and evil" (from my college reading list) and "brave new world" (in the vein of "1984" - which i've not read), however the first i'd devoured was "tale of desperaux". yes, more children's fiction. and for the first time, i think the movie's better than the book. as i type, the little stack sits behind my chair. why's it on the floor? my shelves are nearly full. i feel like a karenwong. i'm a collector more than a reader. fuck.
games: in the weekends in between, i discovered an exciting version of lexulous. it's called scrabble and it's played on a board. no dictionary, no shuffle function, instant turnaround. it's fun! and it's physical, which makes a lot of other things possible. imagine a drinking game, like... in-between. can u play it online? where's the fun? or imagine strip poker, and strip texas hold'em on facebook. totally no vibe, man. the spreadouters explored monopoly deal. that's monopoly on cards, at a much faster pace. syok. then there's the sporadic bouts of conquer, which prompted me to think of go, or weiqi, the original black-&-white-stones coolness. i'm sure as hell gonna get a set soon.
slack: totally unprecedented, i had 2 weeks of slack. yes, 2 weeks so memorable it merits a blog mention. gone to utter waste. surfed digg and deviantart and lexulous'd until people got suspicious, until i myself got suspicious. yes, i seriously asked the pm, out of curiosity, why i had no jobs. Never aGain, muthaFuck. next time u're free, just shut up, go home early and get on with life. the torrent has continued until now.
and that concludes may... and half of june.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
sign pen
what
a nice story
my boring life would make;
i have no hobbies
when
i remembered,
i was randomly given
a sign pen from syam
who
knew mine was dry.
i looked again and saw: the
sketchbook on my desk
where
i had left it
facedown bookmarked forgotten,
and i understood
why
the world works so.
a nice story after all;
drawing's my hobby
a nice story
my boring life would make;
i have no hobbies
when
i remembered,
i was randomly given
a sign pen from syam
who
knew mine was dry.
i looked again and saw: the
sketchbook on my desk
where
i had left it
facedown bookmarked forgotten,
and i understood
why
the world works so.
a nice story after all;
drawing's my hobby
