Wednesday, July 04, 2007

My blog is this and that way

Dear all,

I have temporarily relocated to a new site. 'Temporarily' means anywhere up to a year. Depending on how much I have in my pockets, the new site will survive more than a year. Failing which, I will return to this blog.

No worries though. Your comments on this site are still being read by yours truly. It is the finals now, and I can't really be arsed to customize both this and that site. Some of the stuff will have to wait until the middle of July, where I will be free... for a week.

Anyway, I hope that my bandwith or disk usage doesn't go up too much - else I have to pay Dreamhost, and RM to USD conversion is... you know, not on our side.

See you here/there!

Friday, June 29, 2007

A day at the airport

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Some guy kissed my car's ass today.

Some guy kissed my car's ass today.

It happened at the toll bridge traffic light, in the direction of Petra Jaya. I was drumming the steering wheel to the tune of some random Dayak song, gear in first position, pedal of the brake applied to the metal. Suddenly, there was slight jolt. I glanced at my side mirror and saw a Kelisa that had gotten a little too close to my car's arse... blue Kelisa, guy driver, QKV2383.

Well, I don't want no hubba-hubba. Especially not at a traffic light intersection at the time when people are rushing home. Not to mention the guy's wife is inside the car... hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even though it's his fault. I glanced through my rear windscreen. He raised his hand. I raised mine. He raised his again. I raised mine, again. The light turned green, and we started to move.

After paying for the toll, I remembered that I forgot to take note of the car's plate number. Just in case though. It's not like I'm going to call my tonto friends... right? Um... Anyway, since I was in the fast lane and I saw the Kelisa coming in behind me, I changed lanes and allowed him to pass... along with his plate number, into my memory. Incidentally, the road we took are the same and this goes on and on and on...

Turns out he lives in the same residential area as me.

The damage is, as I had expected, superficial. The bumper is fortunately made of fiberglass, and the damage is negligible. The area affected is about the size of a one cent coin. That's it! My only concern now is to do some cosmetic modification as to hide the damaged area. Then again, maybe I'll just let it be a battle scar.

I wonder if I should count this as an accident, since it is not my fault and it is not that damaging. I guess I'll keep my records clean. After all, in the words of the Black Knight, "Tis but a scratch!"

Monday, June 18, 2007

Check out

This blog will remain operational, however.

Monday, June 04, 2007


There will be times in your life when the jarring reminder of mortality comes knocking.

First, I heard the news that Loga Arumugam, the member of the band Alleycats, passed away this morning.

Second, I was informed that a blogger and a fellow member of a forum I frequent has left this world in a sudden manner.


Saturday, June 02, 2007


Went to a nearby bookshop to buy a newspaper. Since it is a public holiday, you can't really find people selling newspapers easily. There's nothing on the table, so I entered (penetrated, *cough cough*) the shop to look for other items of interest, like manga. Oh yeah. Haven't bought those for quite some time.

Well, nothing interesting on the bookshelves. As I turned around, I spotted something under the very table that was referred to earlier.

Newspapers. Bound up, freshly arrived.

"Have you got [name of newspaper]?"

"No, they haven't arrived yet."

"I see," said I, and left.

I didn't buy newspaper that day.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Fuck forwarded messages.

There, I've said it. I think I speak for all of us. Spending time that should've been done composing an e-mail to someone to clean up our inboxes instead. Silly things, wasting bandwith. No, no money will be donated to the dying girl since there is NO WAY TO TRACK WHERE AN EMAIL HAS GONE TO. No, I am immune to the girl who was murdered and buried, and reading the message will not do me any harm. Opening a message does not make me lose love/luck.

GTFO my inbox.

Monday, May 28, 2007


Diarrhea sucks. That is all.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Pesan pemati

Pesan tu di tuju aku ngagai Lembu ak
Chapi, Manok ak Ayam, Serati ak Itik
engau bala kaban tik diau aba Kampung

Pesan tu madah Babi ak Janik udah nadai
pagi tu tadi lalu deka di intu bala
mayoh kena malam 31/5/07 lalu deka di
empa kena 01/06/07... kena meri


Pesan tu mega dituju ke ngagai Langkau ak Ahrak, Tuak ak Tapai, semua sida tu di sibu,enda ditinggal ngagai Sitela ak Atos, Rimau ak Tiger, Oren ak Jebom, Kalsberg ak?? nadai surat pengada, Libul ak Lima, Jony ak wako enggau Cibas ak Regal, sida tu diau di miri enggau bintulu, laban JANI AK BABI, dah nadai, lalu disengai kena 31.05.2007, dikubur 03.06.2007 pukul 5:30p.m SELAMAT HARI GAWAI 2007, GAYU GURU GERAI NYAMAI..

Sunday, May 20, 2007

20 May

Ach... been a while since I had written anything.

Did I joined any clubs? No, but I joined a Cosplay circle doing what I do all the time (photography lor). The first and last time I've cosplayed was during December's Open Day, and even then most people did not recognize who I was cosplaying as -_-; Bummer. Major Bummer.

Controversies and bad feelings? Well, there is/was this/these incident(s), but I don't think it is the right time to say anything yet - it is still ongoing. Maybe next year :P (So you guys will keep on reading my blog, duh!)

Stalkings are on a normal level - I've stalked a person who wishes to be anonymous (but failed) and someone who stole others' artworks - this is related to the above controversy. Finding out the anonymous person's real identity was one of the easiest stalking that I had done that it was so... unexciting.

Friends and relationships? Hmm. Hmmmm. It's complicated (as in my Friendster's profile). My social life revolves largely around a group that shares the same interest with me, though I must admit that talking about the same thing every time gets old fairly quick. Am I looking for a companion from the opposite sex? Definitely. Do I have the time and commitment for a relationship? Doubtful. Can I afford a relationship? Maybe. Are there any candidates? Quite a few, though it seems that all of them are protected by their circle of friends. Impossible to approach unless I get to know their friends, and I'm not exactly the type that is able to start a conversation.

Religion and politics? Well, apart from reading, printing and cutting the newspapers for noteworthy articles, I had not written anything about it yet. You have one lazy-ass writer over here who will need a constant prodding. Hey, I know. Who wants to be my editor?

Well... that sums up this update. Must've made a boring read.

Sunday, May 13, 2007


Transmail craft at Batu 7.

At Serikin.

Heading home from Serikin.

Mount Singgai.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Busy week

Monday - Classes. Classes. Classes. Everyone's not in a mood to study because... well, two days holiday dude!

Tuesday - Beach, here I come! Not the crowded, unsightly Damai beach mind you, but somewhere else, hidden from most people... and my, it has a killer view.

Wednesday - Cosplay! Actually, someone needs to do her video shooting assignment. So off to Sama Jaya Forest Reserve we went to. It was a hot, hot, hot day. A lot of water was consumed. We all probably ended up smelling like rats, too. Unfortunately, we did not finish the shooting that day - no choice but to wrap it all up and head to Crow Square for... tea? Brunch? What do people call those these days?

Thursday - Classes. Everyone's not in a mood to study because... well, they've just got back from a two day holiday!

Friday - Anime club meeting! Hilarity ensues. Haruhi dance included. Sorry, I'm holding the video hostage :P Woke up early cause I thought it was a deadline day - turned out it wasn't.

Saturday - Aww, Physics examination. I came out of it 2/3 alive. After that, something unexpected. Off to Stutong Park to shoot video again! I arrived home at 1930, after sending someone to Matang -_-; That's far, mind you... as far as 10th Mile.

Sunday - Zzz.

So, how was your week?

Friday, May 04, 2007

Food for thought

Friends don't make friends take the True Friends test.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Spy satellite

Overheard in a buffet line. The woman was whispering to a man:

"I slept with..."

Not that I blurred out the name, I didn't hear it.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Kopi Peng

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


Making your own remote control for the 400D - priceless.

Monday, April 16, 2007

The Return

I have returned. But I can't tell you what happened, cause if I did, I'll have to kill you.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

I might had a heart attack just now. A sharp, painful jab to the heart area but not the chest.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Mmmmhmmm (2)

The 'studio'.

The picture. Needs moar practice!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Mmmm hmmm

Hmmm mmmmhmmmm hmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmmm.

Hmmm mmmmhmmmm hmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmmm. Hmmm hmmm mmmhmmm hmmm hmmmm.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

No choice - the Führer told me to!

Yo, dwindling number of readers!

Seems like I have no other choice than to go to the Camp from Thursday to Sunday next week. It is likely that any attempts to skip it will result in disciplinary action or blacklisting. As a university student, I should have the freedom to choose whether to go or not - something that is clearly lacking in this situation. We are being treated like school kids, no less.

Well, I suppose I have to prepare for the inevitable. Currently, the location of the camp is unknown. This will, hopefully, be explained in the briefing two days from now. It will also affect my decision whether to pack some extra stuff, and what to wear there (boots, sandals or shoes?).

Of course, I'm not happy with the prospect of having to spend four days at some God-forsaken place while my peers are churning out the results of their first Physics lab experiment. Had it been a Khidmat Negara camp, I'll go with no ill feelings. Reserves (Wataniah) camp, I'll gladly go. But for something as ambiguous as 'Nation Building Camp' (which sounds like what a fascist country would have in its education system), I have my reservations.

In other news, the club received several new members from the recent intake. The President and I also have something planned... just see. And I'm still waiting for my ice cream from the conductor of the choir club - I, a foundation student, help her, a degree student, with her degree problems. 1337 huh?

Anyway, if you are still reading at this point I congratulate you. Now, get on with your life...

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Camp Fucktard

Damn it all. I found out that I was supposed to go for some sort of camp for four days. While most people will jump at the chance to go camping, I'd like to say that I have no time for such bullshit.

If I were to go to the camp, I would have to forfeit four classes and lectures- four important classes and lectures. I believe most people know that to skip Physics and Maths classes can be considered suicidal, if not insane. I have no intention of repeating this semester, and just when I was about to go into overdrive mode studying my ass off, this shit comes up.

I mean, attendance are compulsory. And what I'm supposed to do there? Fucktards think that being patriotic means singing songs and doing Boleh-land things are in no position to send me off to an indoctrination camp. Seriously, it feels sort of Hitler youth-like.

It is the indoctrination classes that I have a problem with. Things that were taught there does not improve racial relations, it worsens it. Throw in conspiracy theories et al and you have a coordinated plan to assault the mind of students - university students who by now are ought to think and decide for themselves how this country's going to be run.

Er kann mich im Arsche lecken.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

New semester's here. Arise, students! Let us not repeat again T_T;.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Of macro and roach

A dead roach, ladies and gentleman. A dead roach. What will they think of next?

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Dumpster diving

An organisation housed in the same building in my campus is moving out. In the process, they are throwing away a lot of stuff that they couldn't take with them. Of course, some of them are still working...

Which is where dumpster diving comes in. Dumpster diving, simply put, is going through the trash for useful stuff. While generally not a dumpster (of course, there is no dumpster at the 7th floor), the actions are generally the same. I got myself two keyboards which are yet to be tested.

I hope nobody noticed anything suspicious about a guy carrying a keyboard walking past them two times since I had a change of mind after getting the first keyboard and thought that a second one could be useful.

There are still keyboards left in the box where I took them from.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The first steps

I'm thinking of heading down a particular path. Without doubt, some people will criticize me; citing that as a student, my responsibility is to study. That is true, of course. But there are other things at this moment, aside from studying, that is important in shaping my character in the future.

I could not bear the thought that, in the thousands of students of universities only few are aware of the importance of character making at their stage. It is a very scary thought that the others will not realise this, and thus graduate from the university without any thought of the country. Not patriotism, but the other 'p'.

Allow me to walk you through the examples. How many are aware that they actually have a right to vote candidates to the city council, a right that is currently denied to them? How many could argue about the increasing moral policing in the country? Again, do they realise that only they themselves could change the very things that they are complaining about such as the inefficient bureaucracy, the racial discrimination and the corrupt leaders? How many?

A university, no, the university is where undergraduates should realise what their rights and 'p' leanings are. They should be aware that they are able to fix the injustices that they see daily. Instead, most of them are, for a lack of a better word, ignorant. They are not to be completely blamed tough, since there is an act that made it illegal for students to participate in 'p' activities. What is meant by a 'p' activity is questionable. Even participating in a demonstration for cleaner public toilers or animal rights could land you in trouble, given the vague definition.

Let us return to the opening sentences. I'm thinking of this path not because of the privileges and things that naturally comes with it entails, but because it seemed to me that no one is going to. If it seems that I will walk this path alone, so be it. I could not bear to seen the ruin of my home, my country.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Sup guys.

A holiday always feels too short nowadays, eh? Probably caused by the War in Iraq, global warming or the coming general election. When all you did during the holidays was to go to sleep at 5 a.m. and waking up at 5 p.m., there will be an effect of Time Kompression, also known as the Polar Bear Hibernation effect. Anyone under this effect will eat a lot, sleep a lot and will not get fat. In any way. Kinda cool right?

Bad news is, Time Kompression will, well, kompress time. Your holiday will end before you can yell "Yay, holiday's here!". Or walk out of the campus, whichever you prefer. Soon everyone will return, some tanned to crisp from that day on the beach. Some will return with new hairstyle, ooh yeah. Some will not return at all *sobs*.

Life goes on.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Yo folks

Been some time since I wrote shit and stuff in here. Why wait?

As most of you know, I've gotten myself a PS2 after the finals. It kept me occupied for two weeks where I breath, slept and ate nothing but Playstation 2 games. After that, it just went downhill as I spend less and less time with the thing. Now I rarely touch it, except when I need to waste a little bit of time. On an interesting note, I dumped the bios and ran several homebrew programs (two of which turned my PS2 into an entertainment centre) several days after purchasing it.

On myself though, I'm feeling genuinely bored. There are no projects to keep me occupied, and many days were spent on 4chan, several forums and generally looking for more things to pirate from The Pirate Bay. I dare say that I have no social life, which for me means halving the fuel bill for the month. Really.

On another note, I got three hardware that will change the computing scene [in my home]. They are: an 80GB hard disk drive, a 17-inch monitor and an Aztech DSL600EW wireless router. With the new hard disk, I am able to resurrect my 2001-ish computer back from inactivity - and straight into my sister's hand. Hopefully, she'll be able to learn - not Microsoft Word, but Starcraft, Red Alert II and DotA. The 17-inch monitor also aided this as the old and coughing 15-inch monitor was on its last legs. As for the router, however, it changed thing quite drastically. My dad now stays up until 3 a.m. in his bedroom surfing the Net. He has become literally like me in terms of Net addiction Gotta find a way to block the signal from reaching the 2nd floor bedroom.

Anyway, that is how my life is moving along lately. Soon it will be time for classes and waking up early, though the sheer boredom of having to take only 2 subjects will be nullified by having a lot of friends stuck in the same situation. Till then, shalom.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

It is confirmed. The mistake was the administration's fault.

My enrollment has been cancelled, and I am now waiting for March to come to register myself.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Me try to get out of degree

My degree programme starts tomorrow. The first class is Engineering Mathematics, the second Programming in C. But I have other plans tomorrow.

I was quite amused several days ago when I found my name inside the list of people eligible to enter the programme. The reason is that I have not yet completed my foundation programme, having repeated two subjects in the past semester and looking forward to complete the remaining two subjects that I dropped to take the subjects that I had to repeat.

I think it is better for me to be kicked out tomorrow rather than right smack in the middle of the first semester, where I will be quite into the programme to get out of it. Not to mention that it was probably the administration's fault that my name got onto the list. Hopefully, things will be much more clearer tomorrow. My friend, who is in the same situation as I am, will be joining me tomorrow in our search for answers. We must get this right before we get the loans approved; if not, the fuck up will be too big to handle - and it might get out of hand.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Me? Degree?

Some time ago I was notified by our online system that I am eligible for entry into the degree programme. I was under the impression that one has to pass all foundation programme subjects before being able to enter the degree programme. Apparently, this is not the case. I will enroll myself tomorrow, and then we'll see what happens.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

The reason for my absence

See ya!

Thursday, February 15, 2007


Absence makes the heart go fonder, they say. Or screws up the brain.

I found myself in my old school. There was a busy atmosphere, as if something is going to happen soon, perhaps an event. The whole school was mobilised. Newly painted walls were everywhere, even on the main hall's walls. And they were blue.

I found myself face-to-face with a 'friend' of mine, who apparently works as a painter. Not far from him I found a girl. The Girl, or as a friend of mine and myself included call her, 'Kh'. It seems that she wound up as a boyfriend to this 'friend' of mine, and obviously I wasn't too happy with it. From the look of it, all the five years that I spent chasing after her was wasted.

The next part was quite bizarre. The roads of the industrial area was replaced with gravel. The two-lane road was being expanded into a four-way avenue, and my car had difficulty in navigating that area. I arrived at a deserted residential complex, and found myself unable to get out as I did not take a parking pass when I entered. I slammed on the gas and rammed through the tollgate. Nobody pursued me, to my luck.

The school administration building, the porch. The headmistress was here. My distaste for her shows even in my dream when I kneeled down to take something and was quick to remember "I won't bow down to her".

After that I was transported back to the front of the school gate. This time, Jenny was here. She is still sweet as ever. Not that I ever talked to her, heh.

And the first thing that I remembered when I woke up was to send Jenny a Chinese New Year greeting.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

These climbs to the 8th floor will be the death of me, I swear. I mean, if you arrived at your destination and you feel like you want to puke or faint at the same moment - ouch. Anyway, tomorrow's the last day.

Friday, February 02, 2007

The Interview

I have an interview scheduled this Thursday morning. The alarm was set to 7 a.m., but my mom appeared and said that I could wake up anytime I want. Which caused me to wake up at 8:45, and I rushed like hell to get on the road and arrive before 10:00 as was ordered of us. I was furthered delayed by a Thaipusam procession, not that I have anything against it.

The car I parked quite a distance from the campus, after getting there around 9:50. After arriving at the waiting area, I noticed that my laptop bag has mud sprinkled around it. Drat. So I took my seat, but I didn't take my laptop out. You're not supposed to be surfing the Net while waiting to be interviewed!

The waiting time is the hardest. Each candidate took around 7 to 9 minutes to be interviewed. I was the fourth candidate.

For once I entered the room of power. Several nods, a greeting and I was invited to take a seat, which I promptly did. The lead interviewer is who I expected it to be, but the interviewers are faces familiar around the area. Frankly, I think my stuttering showed up during the interview. Which is either a good thing or a bad thing.

Anyway, I'll find out the results in a week,

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Today we mourn the loss of a great Malaysian. Syed Hussein Alatas, 79, died at his home on Tuesday night. Founder of Gerakan, former VC of UM and internationally renowned. May God bless his soul.

Monday, January 22, 2007

The desk

Saturday, January 20, 2007


It is a school. I climbed up the stairs to the class. Five something. I saw her sitting with the friends, she giving her back to the blackboard. Approached her I did.

We talked like long-lost friends. She is wearing a headscarf, and on her left lips I saw a mole that I couldn't remember seeing before.

This is not the first time she has intruded into my dream. My heart longs to see her again.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

A second chance

I rarely gave people a second chance, if they screw up big time the first time. Nevertheless, this time I am willing yield.

There are good reasons why you were enrolled in a university. DotA is not one of them. Neither is smoking, nor skipping classes. You are here to do something: study. Get in and get out to do something good out there.

Don't disappoint your parents, especially your mother. You will put her in deep shame if you did.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And nearly blew my roof away.

The last few days have seen quite strong winds. My house, which is more than 20 years old and uninhabited for the first thirteen years, was subjected to some heavy punishment.

One of our aerials collapsed. The good thing is we watch Astro these days.

The south side of the house. West side damage is visible.

Some pieces of asbestos from the roof were blown to the lawn.

The largest piece was about 2 x 2 feet.

Nasty, rusty nails - fortunately, the wind blew them towards the lawn and not the neighbour's house.

The west side of the house was affected the most.

Years of being uninhabited and heavy rain damaged the roof and other materials inside, which is a cause for alarm.

Whenever I'm fixing the roof or removing debris from it, I wear my helmet. Safety precautions - a piece of asbestos coming into contact with my head is a nasty thing.

RepairingReplacing the roof will cost a fortune :( Not to mention that we need to find a temporary accomodation for several months.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Bloggers of Malaysia, unite!

United we stand, divided we fall.

Source: kickdafella

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Demystifying Sarawak's Anti-Cessionist

It is commonly believed that during the attempt to cede Sarawak to the British Crown in 1946, the Sarawakians protested the upcoming cession. While much has been said about the opposition to the cession itself, there was little mention of the real reason why the plan was met with opposition.

The real reason? They want Brooke to stay.

Indeed, this could prove shocking. This reason was not mentioned explicitly in the Form 5 History Textbook (2003). Why would a movement that has been for generations portrayed as 'nationalist' would want Brooke to remain the Rajah of Sarawak? The reason was in the 1941 Draft constitution that will pave way for a self-governing Sarawak. This is what the anti-cessionists want: to have self-rule, the Rajah must be present to assent and make the changes necessary.

But this does not mean that the cession did not have any positive effects on the state's history. Had it still been under the Brooke's rule, the formation of Malaysia will be drastically different from what history has noted. It is possible that Sarawak would have not joined Malaysia at all. Another scenario is that the state could find itself part of the North Borneo Federation, together with Sabah and Brunei and probably under the rule of the Sultan of Brunei.

But the point still stands: Sarawak's anti-cessionists wanted the continuation of Brooke rule and not being part of the British Crown Colony (Sarawak is recognised as an independent state by Britain and became a British Protectorate in 1888); not the image of 'nationalist' as portrayed by Government text books!


I'm in pain. Physical pain. It is unbearable. I found myself waking up from my sleep every hour because of it. I'm in pain while typing this. While driving. While walking. While in class. I don't show it to others, but sometimes it exceeds what I can hold back. This results in grim faces, taut jaws and a serious expression.

At home I try to do other actions to distract me from the pain. I tap my trusty cane, but it could not withstand the force of the tapping that its handle is coming off. I couldn't bite myself; the infection from oral bacteria is really, really nasty. What I really need right now is a chemically induced coma.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Citizens rejoice! I have added the Malayan(?!) Proclamation of Independence to Wikisource. Now you won't have to look for it all over the place, yarr.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Roses are red
Violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes YOU!!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

A picture

They say a picture tells a thousand stories. The same goes with this one. Just moments after I took this picture, I received a karate chop to the waist.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

I came home with a face so sour that the cats shriveled up.

Contrary to what has been said, the UK has no Constitution. Our Constitution, on the other hand, has been amended so many times that its integrity is falling apart. Or has already fallen apart.

And I do not appreciate noises so loud it disrupts the lecturer. I do not want to be around when he explodes.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Another day, another class, another bullshit incident

It was a usual day in the class today. There are groups arguing or giving excuses to the tutor, who shot down all their arguments in a cool manner. There is a particular group that has the tendency to cause ruckus and trouble in the class. When the tutor said that she could not accept someone's assignment (from that group) due to it being incomplete, yet another major ruckus started.

She then left the class, not in anger but to attend to another business, albeit temporarily. Here is where things started to get ugly.

The person in question took his phone and called his mother, who is conveniently a staff in the Administration. He then proceeded to talk loudly (as usual) and complained about the tutor to his mother, reminding her to pass the word to the tutor's superior. Lies, slander and libel. All the while the whole class could hear what he said.

I am angry. This is more than not respecting the tutor. What the tutor has said about that person's assignment is valid. How low can one go? He took the action of blaming others instead of himself to a whole new fucking level.

I turned to my friend who was sitting next to me and commented that, should the tutor get into trouble I will defend her. He agreed, saying that he and the whole class will probably do the same. We will try to make the casualty be him instead of our tutor. If the administration refuses to listen to our plight, we will raise hell.

Let us hope and pray.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

I sent how much data out in the past four days?!

Monday, January 01, 2007

Hello 2007. And shut up 2007, I know what you want. Now get out of my sight.