Blaze

You know, there is a time when all of us need to make a choice, make up our mind on what's right and what's not. But then you realise that the choice which may matter now, but it won't really matter in the end.

Choice. The eternal and universal problem. Whether it is there or not, it kills us. Drives us to peak insanity.

I am back at last, a philosopher, a new man, bigger arms (not quite much bigger, but bigger!), a thermophobic, and a more experience being. Well it is about time for a return again, after this long sabbatical from the Internet- a place I call home 3 years ago. Now Internet is a luxury, not a neccesity.

The circle of life. The union of Ying and Yang. The ring of Samsara. The cycle of the Universe. Gone are the days of the old, come what may the past bequeth! I am back. Blazing.

Of Cheesecakes & Hunks With Blazing Arms, Six Pack Abs & Bullet Proof Chests

Well what the hell. I had a bad day. I tried making 2 cheesecakes at the same time, and I flung. The cakes didn't turn out the way I wanted it to be. It was too soft to be eaten. Damn. The first failure after making so many cheesecakes in my life. I don't even know what is wrong.

And I accidentally found a fanatic girl's blog. She had so many pictures of male models all around Asia. She's like organising her own Man Hunt or some kind of male model competition. Whatever it is, I mean how do those guys get bodies like that? Alright time to start working out!

NOT!

http://asianheatthrob.blogspot.com

Doctor, Doctor

We've all played this game before. Like we've pretended to cook with grass and earth, or build a 80 storey high skyscraper with Lego. Yes, Doctor,Doctor is the game.

I've played it many times in my life. When I was kid at 6. When I was a preteen at 10. When I was a teen at 15. When I was an adolescent at 18. And now playing is no longer the right word to use, although apt for describing interesting parts of my life, but playing Doctor, Doctor has become- becoming Doctor, Doctor.

I realised there's so much in front which I did not notice not long ago. I found out that I had been looking back too much to the point of forgetting to cherish this moment- the anticipation of a dream coming true.

Day by day, I am closing in.

Yes, wake up Dr. Teoh. Wake up.

Skinheads And The World Of Tomorrow

Pronunciation: 'skin-"hed

Function:

noun 1 : a person whose hair is cut very short 2 : a usually white male belonging to any of various sometimes violent youth gangs whose members have close-shaven hair and often espouse white-supremacist beliefs

~excerpted from Merriam-Webster Online.

Today there is a small report in the local dailies stating the existence of skinheads in Malaysia- an orthodox, I do not intend to further investigate or understand. The aforementioned definition of skinhead(s) reinforces my case and question- How can Malaysians (non-white people, oftenly labeled multi-coloured) espouse white-supremacist beliefs? This shows us how stupid some Malaysian youths can be. The age of "copy-and-paste" everything from the West directly into our culture is damning. For sure, they have not encountered real skinheads before openly accepting and practising such ridiculous ideas. And we thought there is still hope in this world. Even the fooled act like fools. Where is hope?

I have not seen much of the world, but seeing two sides, can already make me give up, and realise that the world is darker than one wants to think. Skinheads or not, the world is going to grow darker if we refuse to brigthen it.

Finding Friendster

10 years ago it was probably impossible to know what happpend to that hot girl introduced to you by your classmate's girlfriend's younger sister. Let's face it, what on Earth in reality can make us wander pass all geographical barriers, through into a plain filled with people's faces? Except, of course, if we have Cerebro, but we'll have to wait until a not-too-distant-future before Professor Xavier invents it.

Today, welcome to technology. A house full of computing wizardry and cosmic creations. In Friendster, you get to by-pass all geographical barriers, skip all the chatting up with friends about the good-ol-times, skip that yellow pages tearing moments, all that Motorola crashes, all the Maxis pay bills, all the North-South Highway traffic and go directly for the kill.

I mean saving hours, days, years and even lifetime of searching for your long-lost friend or even just your neighbour! Through Friendster, the information of that hot girl introduced to you by your classmate's girlfriend's younger sister is just several clicks away! No need for you to call your former classmate, then drive to his ex-girlfriend's house, and then fly to Edmonton, Canada to meet with his step sister, then take another flight to South America to find a research team working on Lemurs, before finding out that she already got married to your lecturer in university, who presented the lecture "Lemurs and Our Daily Lives".

The world is connecting, so fast, we can hardly catch up. They say this is an era of information. Where information overwhelms the ability of humans to absorb them, or even manage them. I think information is always there, no matter which era we're at. Of course the information builds up but is it to say that we'll forever be stucked at the information era, like we'll always have agriculture and industries?

Today we already have homes equipped with 200 GB hard drives. 1GB pen drives. 40 GB portable music players. Now we can stuff in thousands of songs into that 40 GB player, but are we really going to listen to them all in our daily commute? Call that information era, but its not relevant at all anymore. We already have the solutions to data storage and management.

This era is about communication and networking. If we look properly, the Internet is not about creating information. The Internet is about linking information together. That is what led to the boom of the information era. But the people who coined the term, missed the fundamental function of the Internet- communication.

Sun Microsystem had a dream to connect local appliances at home, in the office, etc to the computer, and vice versa- making everything connected by creating Java, a programming language. And this is the future. Today Bluetooth handphones can connect to computers. And the hands-free kit can be connected to the cellphone through wireless network. Not at any time in the past had we used the term network so much in our daily lives.

Now Friendster, is showing us again, that the network function of the Internet is omnipotent which all must respect. Besides the creation of networking platforms and devices beckons respect because not one thing in this physical world can connect us so fast, so reliable and so easy. Therefore it is about time for us to proudly say we live in an era of networking.

Easy Way To Copy Movies

Refer to article with the same title, page 12, Nation section of The Star Newspaper dated Saturday 8 July 2006.

Can you possibly imagine, a student filming an entire movie from a camera phone, and within an hour, hundreds of copies would have been distributed? Unfortunately, this is supposedly not a fictitious story found in Mission Impossible but allegedly true, as published in the national newspaper.

However, I find it absolutely hilarious, for a reporter to take all these nonsense seriously, and make it a national agenda. And here's why:

1. It is almost impossible for a camera phone to record moving image for as long as 109 minutes- the total length of the movie. Even a dedicated video camera can only take 1 hour of video.
2. Even if they have enough storage space, the quality would have been totally awesome, no one can actually watch it. Even with a proper video camera, sometimes the quality is bad.
3. It takes more than one hour to actually transfer, burn and distribute the illegally obtained video.

So tell me, which part of the article is not exaggerated? The part where it takes 1 hour to transfer, burn and distribute? Or the part where a camera phone is capable of recording a full length movie which is actually worth watching?

Why are Malaysians looking at the wrong side of things? I do not know if it is fabricated, more like a propaganda, but it is simple logic that the piracy issue in Malaysia is not about a student and his camera phone. The problem lies deep inside the management of the cineplex and cinemas. Most of the movies are probably recorded by their own employees. Just look at the quality of the pirated vidoes taken, they are not taken from a camera phone, but from a bigger, snazzier camera. I am sure the management could have noticed the bigger camera, not just a small camera phone. Think about it.

So Mr. Bernard See, next time if you need to make a report out of nothing, you need to SEE the right (logic) side of things, because Malaysians aren't blind.

I rest my case.

Goodbye My Lover

Days have passed since I actually did something resourceful. The boredom is beginning to sink into me, despite trying to push it back out with all my might, all attempt seems futile. It is sinking in, inch by inch, like a nail through coffin.

Today my girlfriend is leaving to Bangkok, and that made matters worse for me. Worst would have been more apt to describe the distress. She won't be back soon, at least for the next two weeks. I am gonna miss her.

But then again like all things in this world, like what I have mentioned in my poems, everything that has a beginning has an end. And everything that comes to an end, will have a new beginning. Like my stay in Russia for a year has ended, and how my holiday has started and how it will end, and how my girlfriend will leave and return. A circle of continuity, where there is no beginning and absolutely no end.

I love you! (You know who!)