Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Bones.
Bones
A TV-series so bad that it's good. Well, when I mean bad, I don't mean in a cinematography way, or that the cast are lacking in talent, but simply that the characters have managed to portray their bad characteristics so well, that it can be infuriating yet addictive at the same time.
I've watched CSI and Numbers and House, and while it would be easy to explain those TV series to people who have yet to watch it, (one's bloody, the other's about numbers [duh!] and the last is about a mad doctor), it's totally hard to describe Bones.
In simple terms, it's about a Forensic Anthropologist (Bone Specialist la) and an FBI Agent (Mata) who team up to solve crimes of the past. By past, I mean like a decade ago, or less, and not those ancient crimes of mummies in pyramids in Egypt.
Yea, I know you're thinking, what's new? Just some crime-busting duo and each episode probably has a sunshine after the cloudy weather, that is, a happy ending but that's where you're wrong!
Speaking of stereotypes, the cast is totally good at dispelling that. Dr Temperance Brennan, or 'affectionately' called Bones by her partner, [yea, the bone lady], is too caught up in her skeletons and identifying bony remains (pun intended), that she simply doesn't know anything else. Music? Crossed Out. Love? Crossed Out. And you can throw communication out the window too.
'Why are you men always picking on the women' I hear you say? Sure! The FBI agent then. Special Agent Seeley Booth. [pronounced as silly booth], Used to giving orders and having his i-s dotted, and t-s crossed, to say Booth has problems adjusting to Bones as his partner would be an understatement. A tinge of pride and dominant, yet ashamed of his dark sordid past and wanting to do penance for it, he carries his burden by himself.
While the pilot episode leaves a slight bitter taste in the mouth, watching the following couple of episodes would sweeten that taste and in fact, leave you hanging for more, as you get amazed by how much a pile of bones can reveal.
A TV-series so bad that it's good. Well, when I mean bad, I don't mean in a cinematography way, or that the cast are lacking in talent, but simply that the characters have managed to portray their bad characteristics so well, that it can be infuriating yet addictive at the same time.
I've watched CSI and Numbers and House, and while it would be easy to explain those TV series to people who have yet to watch it, (one's bloody, the other's about numbers [duh!] and the last is about a mad doctor), it's totally hard to describe Bones.
In simple terms, it's about a Forensic Anthropologist (Bone Specialist la) and an FBI Agent (Mata) who team up to solve crimes of the past. By past, I mean like a decade ago, or less, and not those ancient crimes of mummies in pyramids in Egypt.
Yea, I know you're thinking, what's new? Just some crime-busting duo and each episode probably has a sunshine after the cloudy weather, that is, a happy ending but that's where you're wrong!
Speaking of stereotypes, the cast is totally good at dispelling that. Dr Temperance Brennan, or 'affectionately' called Bones by her partner, [yea, the bone lady], is too caught up in her skeletons and identifying bony remains (pun intended), that she simply doesn't know anything else. Music? Crossed Out. Love? Crossed Out. And you can throw communication out the window too.
'Why are you men always picking on the women' I hear you say? Sure! The FBI agent then. Special Agent Seeley Booth. [pronounced as silly booth], Used to giving orders and having his i-s dotted, and t-s crossed, to say Booth has problems adjusting to Bones as his partner would be an understatement. A tinge of pride and dominant, yet ashamed of his dark sordid past and wanting to do penance for it, he carries his burden by himself.
While the pilot episode leaves a slight bitter taste in the mouth, watching the following couple of episodes would sweeten that taste and in fact, leave you hanging for more, as you get amazed by how much a pile of bones can reveal.
Monday, October 22, 2007
it will come
He that does not cherish she that loveth him is a fool,
and a far greater one if he says in his heart there is no God.
He that looked into the mirror and seeth not his own shadow,
had better tremble and repent.
He that had brokenth her heart into pieces many,
He shall be accountable.
A time cometh for every event,
be it sorrow or joyous celebration,
be it weeping or laughing,
be it breaking or building,
be it sacrifice or acceptance,
be it love that was and is,
it will come.
Not hastened or its pace quickened
by wind or storm or sun
But by its own timing
it will come.
and a far greater one if he says in his heart there is no God.
He that looked into the mirror and seeth not his own shadow,
had better tremble and repent.
He that had brokenth her heart into pieces many,
He shall be accountable.
A time cometh for every event,
be it sorrow or joyous celebration,
be it weeping or laughing,
be it breaking or building,
be it sacrifice or acceptance,
be it love that was and is,
it will come.
Not hastened or its pace quickened
by wind or storm or sun
But by its own timing
it will come.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
just so you know
Just so you know.
4shared, an online file hosting service has upped their storage from 1 gig to 5 gig, and increased the maximum size of file/s to be uploaded from 50mb to 100mb.
Just so you know.
I've been using their service for nearly a year now, and I find it good and stable.
Just so you know.
It's free.
Just so you know.
www.4shared.com
Just so you know.
4shared, an online file hosting service has upped their storage from 1 gig to 5 gig, and increased the maximum size of file/s to be uploaded from 50mb to 100mb.
Just so you know.
I've been using their service for nearly a year now, and I find it good and stable.
Just so you know.
It's free.
Just so you know.
www.4shared.com
Just so you know.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
anger.
I laid on my bed last night, but sleep evaded me so my mind started reflecting on the day's events and happenings and I used my phone to compose this post. I mean, with my phone's maximum limit of 1000 characters per draft, it's simply a breeze.
So, there I was, thinking about my annual review with Cynthia for JPSAE students, and though most of the time we digressed topics, she managed to steer it back to me again and I started pondering about my lack of lack of tolerance. God forgive me for those who have seen me angry before, though I can safely say my moments of anger are few and distant.
In my whole life, I can only recall two distinct and life-changing incidents, one that happened in upper primary, and the other in lower secondary, that influenced me to resolve never to be snared by anger again.
Of course, it could also be that I'm open to new ideas and thus don't really have much of a goal, so any 'setbacks' are more of speed bumps than traffic lights. But. That's a post for another time, another day. Or night.
I can still remember that day, as if it happened just a mere moment ago. I was already living in my current house when I was in primary 6. In my living room, there's a cupboard that stretches from e floor to e ceiling and it holds among other things, photo albums. My mum was rummaging through the bottom half and for some unknown reason, instead of waiting for her to be done, I reached over and partially opened the upper half to obtain the object I wanted.
I'm not certain why I didn't verbally alert my mum to my presence. Perhaps I felt I was walking rather loudly, or maybe I just didn't feel like talking that day. We all have our moods. I took out a photo album and stood a foot away, scanning through to find the image I wanted.
However I didn't close the cupboard door after taking out the album. Just then, my mum was done with her rummaging. She straightened up, and instantly collided with the partially opened door head-on. She bent away, wincing in pain, while I merely looked on, dumbfounded. My mind racing in a whirl, thoughts just jumping about. Should I say sorry or ask how is she? Do I retreat or advance forward? Or should I get the cane ready?
While all these thoughts were going on, she got mad that I just stood there, no apology out of my mouth, and subjected me to a series of hard slaps and pushes that kept me moving back. My tears flowed freely, yet I was struck dumb. She kept shouting and demanding an apology and hollering how much it hurt and why did I do that for and Don't do that again and what was my problem.
That was e day I learnt parents aren't angels but mere mortals. That was the day I felt firsthand the vicious ferocity of rage.
Sadly, that was also the day I lost a lot of respect for my mum. And it sparked off a mental questioning of the double standard.
I pondered why I was severely reprimanded for accidentally breaking a bowl yet my parents simply laughed about it when my dad broke his.
From that day, part of me knew I could never lose my cool and never allow myself to be a victim of rage and erupt into a frenzy like she did. Its said you scar a child, you scar him for life. And perhaps this is true.
Do I hold a grudge against her for the volley of slaps? I can truthfully say I don't. But I'll be lying if I say it hasn't affected our relationship. True, i was responsible for the physical hurt and her getting mad about it. Yet what's done is done, and respect lost is hard to earn back. And this is one of two reasons why i desperately try not to repeat that situation again, that is the outburst of rage n its repercussions.
But.
I do acknowledge e role anger plays in lives.
So, there I was, thinking about my annual review with Cynthia for JPSAE students, and though most of the time we digressed topics, she managed to steer it back to me again and I started pondering about my lack of lack of tolerance. God forgive me for those who have seen me angry before, though I can safely say my moments of anger are few and distant.
In my whole life, I can only recall two distinct and life-changing incidents, one that happened in upper primary, and the other in lower secondary, that influenced me to resolve never to be snared by anger again.
Of course, it could also be that I'm open to new ideas and thus don't really have much of a goal, so any 'setbacks' are more of speed bumps than traffic lights. But. That's a post for another time, another day. Or night.
I can still remember that day, as if it happened just a mere moment ago. I was already living in my current house when I was in primary 6. In my living room, there's a cupboard that stretches from e floor to e ceiling and it holds among other things, photo albums. My mum was rummaging through the bottom half and for some unknown reason, instead of waiting for her to be done, I reached over and partially opened the upper half to obtain the object I wanted.
I'm not certain why I didn't verbally alert my mum to my presence. Perhaps I felt I was walking rather loudly, or maybe I just didn't feel like talking that day. We all have our moods. I took out a photo album and stood a foot away, scanning through to find the image I wanted.
However I didn't close the cupboard door after taking out the album. Just then, my mum was done with her rummaging. She straightened up, and instantly collided with the partially opened door head-on. She bent away, wincing in pain, while I merely looked on, dumbfounded. My mind racing in a whirl, thoughts just jumping about. Should I say sorry or ask how is she? Do I retreat or advance forward? Or should I get the cane ready?
While all these thoughts were going on, she got mad that I just stood there, no apology out of my mouth, and subjected me to a series of hard slaps and pushes that kept me moving back. My tears flowed freely, yet I was struck dumb. She kept shouting and demanding an apology and hollering how much it hurt and why did I do that for and Don't do that again and what was my problem.
That was e day I learnt parents aren't angels but mere mortals. That was the day I felt firsthand the vicious ferocity of rage.
Sadly, that was also the day I lost a lot of respect for my mum. And it sparked off a mental questioning of the double standard.
I pondered why I was severely reprimanded for accidentally breaking a bowl yet my parents simply laughed about it when my dad broke his.
From that day, part of me knew I could never lose my cool and never allow myself to be a victim of rage and erupt into a frenzy like she did. Its said you scar a child, you scar him for life. And perhaps this is true.
Do I hold a grudge against her for the volley of slaps? I can truthfully say I don't. But I'll be lying if I say it hasn't affected our relationship. True, i was responsible for the physical hurt and her getting mad about it. Yet what's done is done, and respect lost is hard to earn back. And this is one of two reasons why i desperately try not to repeat that situation again, that is the outburst of rage n its repercussions.
But.
I do acknowledge e role anger plays in lives.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
bummer
haha blogger's getting more feature-packed eh. now there are buttons to ease up adding images and videos, and hosting on its site too.
hmm, I've been thinking back through my internship days, and reflecting on what I've learnt, but I realise I actually did more teaching than being taught. See, I've helped my colleague master downloading torrents, and then, I've introduced Allpeers,(www.allpeers.com) a Firefox extension, to two of my colleagues. This extension allows the transfer of files via Firefox, but both parties have to be online at the same time, and transfer speed is dependent on browser speed.
Also, I've helped my colleagues upgrade to WLM 8.5, introduced to them WLM Plus Live! (www.msgpluslive.net), because it has a boss-shortcut, that's super useful at work - regardless whether you have a rear view mirror attached to your monitor or not - helped them patch it with Mess Patch (Mess Patch ), by patching I mean, help to remove advertisements and create a more personalised messaging experience.
Hmm, I've spread 'the love' of Heroes with them, infecting 7 staff, inclusive of my supervisor. I've shared about 100 gig of movies, in total, with them; them meaning uh 7 staff. and yea, including the supervisor.
I've showed a couple of them to VLC Media Player (www.videolan.org/vlc, introduced various Firefox Add-Ons to them, like IE Tab (addons.mozilla.org/firefox/1419, which allows you to open Internet Explorer within Firefox. Hee, you can do Windows Update right within Firefox!. And many others la. too many to count.
But you get the picture. Maybe cause I'm more tech-savvy at such stuff. Like they tend to find me if they need technical advice, like getting a new hard drive and such.
So overall, I kinda give more than take in for my internship, ya know. Bummer. But i can't put these down for my report because according to Section something of the rules and conduct stuff, students aren't allowed to download stuff.
Not that I'm admitting I did. (to save my own back)
But, you get the picture. Lots of stuff I wished I said but I can't.
Bummer. Now, how do I bend the rules. hmm. Can't talk bout me playing Yahoo Pool! with my colleague. Or the music. Or downloading Heroes. Bummer.
hmm, I've been thinking back through my internship days, and reflecting on what I've learnt, but I realise I actually did more teaching than being taught. See, I've helped my colleague master downloading torrents, and then, I've introduced Allpeers,(www.allpeers.com) a Firefox extension, to two of my colleagues. This extension allows the transfer of files via Firefox, but both parties have to be online at the same time, and transfer speed is dependent on browser speed.
Also, I've helped my colleagues upgrade to WLM 8.5, introduced to them WLM Plus Live! (www.msgpluslive.net), because it has a boss-shortcut, that's super useful at work - regardless whether you have a rear view mirror attached to your monitor or not - helped them patch it with Mess Patch (Mess Patch ), by patching I mean, help to remove advertisements and create a more personalised messaging experience.
Hmm, I've spread 'the love' of Heroes with them, infecting 7 staff, inclusive of my supervisor. I've shared about 100 gig of movies, in total, with them; them meaning uh 7 staff. and yea, including the supervisor.
I've showed a couple of them to VLC Media Player (www.videolan.org/vlc, introduced various Firefox Add-Ons to them, like IE Tab (addons.mozilla.org/firefox/1419, which allows you to open Internet Explorer within Firefox. Hee, you can do Windows Update right within Firefox!. And many others la. too many to count.
But you get the picture. Maybe cause I'm more tech-savvy at such stuff. Like they tend to find me if they need technical advice, like getting a new hard drive and such.
So overall, I kinda give more than take in for my internship, ya know. Bummer. But i can't put these down for my report because according to Section something of the rules and conduct stuff, students aren't allowed to download stuff.
Not that I'm admitting I did. (to save my own back)
But, you get the picture. Lots of stuff I wished I said but I can't.
Bummer. Now, how do I bend the rules. hmm. Can't talk bout me playing Yahoo Pool! with my colleague. Or the music. Or downloading Heroes. Bummer.
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