Dress your site

I came across this awesome dress designs by Victor Faretina based on famous websites.  It strikes me as a pure brilliance for such ideas to come across. Perhaps, in due course of time, we might see websites designs and online designs become a part of our daily clothing. Maybe in the future, school proms would be themed on websites, and what a party that would be.

Here's some sample pictures for your viewing. You can view the whole collection at http://neko-vi.deviantart.com/gallery/36793491

Dual Screen Laptop

First, there was the iPad. Then, the Samsung Note. It's only a matter of time before the battle of the screen sizes. Before you enter that battle, you might want to consider equipping yourself with the SpaceBook.

Concealed, it would look just like an ordinary laptop. But, open it up, and blast your opponents away with the dual 17.3 inch screens. Now, I can think of a few reasons why this laptop would be ideal for students and everybody else.

If you're a student, this is awesome to watch movies with your tutorial buddies. If you're a student, this is an even more awesome way to screen movies to those yawning, half-asleep classmates in the rows behind you in the lecture hall.

If you are everybody else, this laptop would make a good source of entertainment when you get stuck in a train delay. Not only that, it would make good entertainment for those seated around you too.


You can go here for more info.

The clock struck three

The night was young,
 the moon looked down
upon her high and lofty
upon the snore and dreamy

Twas night and not a whimper in the air
peace and stillness resounded everywhere
Thou bird sprung out
Thy cry pierced the air
Thrice ye sounded
Twas three at night

A gentle rumble in the distance
in the direction of south
A growing thirst for food
the desire affecting thy mood

With a leap, and a skip,
I bounced on my feet
On small squiggly toes
A man on a mission

Then, the wind blew softly by
The moon looked down and smiled
The bird sprung back to its nest
as I laid down to rest

With a murmur of satisfaction,
and a growing belly of non-nutrition,
let dreams of contentment
whisper an enchantment.

One Passion.

One more exam, and I'm done for uni and to embrace the future. My future.

I recently went for a job interview and was slightly miffed when he belittled the current jobs I was having. Why did it irritate me?

Then, a friend advised me to follow my heart. Thoust advice rings true.

To feel hurt and slight irritation over the condescending tone of my job, makes me realize that my heart is in it. And why should it not? To serve the patrons, make them smile and make them laugh, watch arts embrace and enrich their lives.

So, always remember to work in passion, in love, in life.

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Panic Room

If you are thinking about redesigning your room, throw in a new paint job, brighten up the atmosphere, you might look to the Panic Room for inspiration. (You probably need some cash to spare for the paint.)

It's basically a room with two personalities; two identities, perfect for those whom have two extreme internal personas. No pictures for you though, just click the link and watch the video.

Future Camera

Small handphones were all the rage last time. Now, big is better. (So say tablet sales).

Small cameras were all the rage last time. Now, smaller is better. Meet the Ubi-camera.

You connect it to the your index finger, then make a rectangle with the index finger and thumb of both hands, and press hard with your thumb to snap a shot. I can foresee much potential for this device. It will probably start off with an average megapixel quality, and then it will slowly improve in newer models, after which bluetooth/wifi/infrared capabilities will be thrown in, and viola, a small portable camera that can be hung around your neck.

You can find out more info here.

Blast to the Past

The wind howls gently outside the window, as if mindful of the flashbacks to come. Rustling leaves, coupled with mercury inching earthward set the tone, the pace, the ambience, the race.

Pictures flash, videos play,

Like a collage, like a mosaic,

Lips move and teeth gleam,

Time stands still, so does the zodaic.

He walks among the past,

Bittersweet till the last,

But no wind can make this fast,

Not the owls nor the green grass.

He was a father, a son, a disciple,

He was the listener, adviser,

Words were minimal,

Actions spoke more,

The twitching of the ear.

Every friend that we make,

A part of our heart is given.

And we slowly die away.

Every friend that is made,

We gain the whole world,

Or so we say.

The boy climbed the mountains,

And peered down amidst the fluffy clouds,

Turned to his left and asked the flaming bush,

What is treasure?

That which cannot be bought or sold,

That which fools regret,

That which cannot be measured, weighed, packaged,

That which is not food but satisfies,

That which is not water but quenches,

That which is you.

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