Month: March 2005

Once upon a time, I registered at timeasia.com for a promotional offer of 4 free issues. When the first magazine came, I was overjoyed. By the forth issue, I was impressed with Time’s prompt delivery and made a mental note that I would definitely subscribe to it when I can afford it. Then, the fifth magazine arrived. And another, and another, and another…..

Look what I’ve gotten in the mailbox today.

I’m really tempted to renew it. But I’m broke and it’s not like it’s FHM, you know. Sorry Time, when I start working, ok? Mwahs.

Okay I’m a little spooked now. I’m looking at PPS and it’s refreshing very fast. All about tremors. I’m worried. I hope everyone is okay.

I had my chin on my computer desk and I felt it shook left to right very gently, almost negligible. I thought it was just some dizzy spell. I don’t think so now. I’m in Ampang.

Resizing picture’s a bitch. I use Photoshop so I have to resize one by one. Then I saw ST resized about a 100 of them at one go with ACDSee. Cannot be, ok? There’s just no way that Photoshop has no such feature, so I clicked every bloody thing just to check. There’s none…..unless you’re stubborn like me.

I had to google it. True enough there is such feature! Check out this page. I replaced the given examples with resizing action and voila…..

I’ve also downloaded this software called Oscar Renamer. Very nifty. Have always found it taxing to rename loads of files in one go but those days are gone.

I hate school and reflection exercise. It’s dumb, ok? Check out Kolb’s Learning Theory and tell me it’s not the dumbest thing in the world. As far as I’m concerned, there are only 4 emotions and they are happy, sad, horny and hungry. What the fuck arggh….give me a break :P Yeah, so I’m flunking the paper. I don’t fucking care, ok!

This evening, my step-uncle (yeah, my late grandfather had 3 wives and yeah I’m glad he’s dead) came with a bunch of direct sellers. Some people just have no fucking dignity. They came twice. At first, Mom wasn’t home yet so they left. Then they came back again and Mom still wasn’t back. He asked for our phone number. He didn’t even have our fucking number and he claimed to be concerned over my brother’s health? Fuck off lah. Ying chan ying chik go mati sohai.