I just had a very weird dream last night.
Our house has a very hungry T-Rex and we carried on as if its one of those minor incidences. Everytime we need to go from room to room, we need to close the doors and if we were unlucky, we either had to cover ourselves and be still or well, run and made sure we're not caught.
I know its a Dream because:
1. The room's size increases when the T-Rex is in and shrinks back to normal when its not.
2. I can't smell its breath
One day, I was nearly caught and so, I ran out of the house. Wondering why the T-Rex did not chase after me, I looked back. On a front porch, in the middle of our house, which did not exist before. And the house suddenly was made of white wooden planks!
Yep, it was lying on top of an alligator, both fighting to their Deaths. The T-Rex's weight was crushing the Alligator while it tore through the T-Rex's abdomen. And so, our nightmare ended.
Yeah, until one dark stormy night, there was a murderous Velociraptor peeking in from the top window....
(I was so exhausted from the Sunday Night's drafting a Software manual and Facebooking that I just fell asleep like a deader than dead zombie)
My Nokia n8 was killed by a Pro(crastinator)
Well, there you go. My Nokia n8 is dead.
And it was all my fault. The Phone was already on its last legs since last year as it's battery kept failing. The last battery change was done around July 2015 and these 'original' batteries only lasted about a few weeks.
I was already planning to get a Xiaomi Mi4i and did not think much about pulling the n8's battery out since I was really concentrating on making sure my new Job's probation would be successful (It did not). In the end, yesterday morning, when I looked at the n8, it was already bulging, which is already too late. I was planning to backup and redo the whole contact list onto my Daughter's existing Moto-G.
Damn, last week it was still good.
And so, it's all dammed to heck. I need to apologise in advance in case you guys called and I do not recognise you. I can scrounge up another RM80 battery and insert it (After today's session, I now KNOW how to insert a Nokia n8 battery) to see if the phone still works. Or not, since RM80 is a lot of money for a 'just testing' since I am out of a job in three week's time.
And it was all my fault. The Phone was already on its last legs since last year as it's battery kept failing. The last battery change was done around July 2015 and these 'original' batteries only lasted about a few weeks.
I was already planning to get a Xiaomi Mi4i and did not think much about pulling the n8's battery out since I was really concentrating on making sure my new Job's probation would be successful (It did not). In the end, yesterday morning, when I looked at the n8, it was already bulging, which is already too late. I was planning to backup and redo the whole contact list onto my Daughter's existing Moto-G.
Damn, last week it was still good.
And so, it's all dammed to heck. I need to apologise in advance in case you guys called and I do not recognise you. I can scrounge up another RM80 battery and insert it (After today's session, I now KNOW how to insert a Nokia n8 battery) to see if the phone still works. Or not, since RM80 is a lot of money for a 'just testing' since I am out of a job in three week's time.
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| This was how the phone looked when I turned it over. The cracks on the touchscreen said it all. |
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| The view from the back, where the bulging started. Man, this is so depressing. |
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| So, how the heck am I going to get the battery out? Simple. You Google it.... |
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| Luckily, I had the right screwdriver head as I had bought it in advance. I had to turn the screws slowly as the phone kept creaking and parts were eager to pop off. |
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| Yeah, the screen was VERY eager to pop-off At this stage, funnily, I was more concerned about cleaning off the dust and grime in there... |
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| You know, I don't think this phone is going to work anymore... |
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| Finally, I got the battery out (without any fire or explosions) And no, I don't think I am going to get a new battery just to get the contact list out... So you guys jusst have to Whatsapp or Email me your contact number. But I stop at pigeon messages since its too cruel to cook them afterwards if they carry spam... |
My Dream is trying to tell me something...
This is the second time, as far as I can remember, that I was rushed to another country and I forgot to bring my Mobile Phone charger. The whole (Dream) was spent worrying if my Phone ran out of battery...
Ill prepared for something, perhaps?
Ill prepared for something, perhaps?
I need a job
Sad as it may seem but reality's here.
My Probation would not be extended nor even confirmed as staff. Out of the Company's 'kindness' I have been given a month's notice so that I can look for a new job.
Right. And at my age, all I can hear are crickets. Maybe, its time to move on to other places and all but for the next half year, how am I going to pay my bills?
Yeah, I really need a job. Please.
My Probation would not be extended nor even confirmed as staff. Out of the Company's 'kindness' I have been given a month's notice so that I can look for a new job.
Right. And at my age, all I can hear are crickets. Maybe, its time to move on to other places and all but for the next half year, how am I going to pay my bills?
Yeah, I really need a job. Please.
I am getting old...
During my time, where Forums and Webpages were the 'in-thing', it as very common to invite friends and even relatives to your Websites. But where Forums go, it usually ends up as "Whu... you're my Aunt? BigBombaGirl is my Aunt?" kinda thing.
And if you're in your forties during those times, the subtle message of you being old was when everyone talks in three letter words and you could not even figure it out.
Now, with the age of Facebook... my eldest daughter made a friend request....
And if you're in your forties during those times, the subtle message of you being old was when everyone talks in three letter words and you could not even figure it out.
Now, with the age of Facebook... my eldest daughter made a friend request....
Talking Dirty
When you start talking dirty with your other half, make sure the following words are not used:
Garbage, maggots, stench, rubbish, etc.
Yes, it does really make a difference. Between the Garbageman and sleeping on the couch, that is.
Garbage, maggots, stench, rubbish, etc.
Yes, it does really make a difference. Between the Garbageman and sleeping on the couch, that is.
24032015 Hello, Brazil Kitty
While I was getting ready for work I just casually picked up one of my Daughter's soft-toy. In the beginning, it looked normal to me but I nearly dropped it when I turned the back.
Wow.
When you find out why he stayed up until 4Am, you will be shocked.
Anyway, the Client is coming down this Thursday and as a precaution, I checked the Lightsaber again as I kinda start to warm up to the LEDs going up and down. What I learnt from this experience is, if you can, you must never, ever, check your repaired items after 8pm.
Why?
I just switched it on around midnight before going to bed and my heart skipped a beat because, yep, that faulty LED segment decided to be... faulty again. This time I know where the problem lies and its actually on the blade itself. The idea of the LED going up and down the blade is cool but it is actually a very fragile piece of **** and trust me, this Lightsaber is meant only to be switched on and off as a display, and not, OK, not used for knocking objects, Pinatas, staging mock Lightsaber fights, moving cats out of the way, etc.
Really.
I have seen the circuit board for the blade and felt its fragility. Not only that, the wires at the other end leading to the contact points are so fragile that when you move the circuit board about, it broke. Everytime.
So, if someone offers you a Lightsaber with a faulty blade like this, stay away. Stay far, far, away. And also, when you have a broken Lightsaber, stay away.
Stay far, far, away from me.
Ask, Ask, Ask
In America
"Ask not what your Country can do for you but ask what you can do for your Country"
In Malaysia
"Ask not what you can do in your Country but what your Country can do to you"
"Ask not what your Country can do for you but ask what you can do for your Country"
In Malaysia
"Ask not what you can do in your Country but what your Country can do to you"
How Bluetooth saved my Life
Well, yes it did. It saved me from having to sacrifice some notes out of the wallet, made sure I don't add to the deadly road statistics and yeah, balance my head.
The hands-free saga has been with me ever since I got a mobile phone and then, with the Malaysian Road Authorities insistence, I needed them more than ever when I drive. My first Bluetooth was a Jabra for my Sony Ericsson which despite its excellent specs, lasted me less than six months due to my body fat refusing to yield any extra space. Oh, the mourning lasted for years.
It was not until in 2015 that I finally relented and started to look for another Jabra. By now, as you would have known, Bluetooth has evolved to Stage 4, which means nothing to me except its now runs on less power, can accept two other Bluetooth devices and yeah, really acts as a headphone too. Since Jabra did not have the specs I was looking for, I tried eBay *ahem* and this headset is good!
I did not appreciate it until this morning when I got a call in the car. But within 4 seconds or so, I managed to switch the headset on, and the call immediately went into it!
Wow. You can't do that seamlessly years ago!
How to mount your Roadtax
So, ever year, without fail, I have to do this. And if I don't not only would I not be able to drive my car, I would end up with a very messy windscreen. Long ago (since I can't remember when), I did not need to do this, but just slip the piece of paper which we call the Road Tax, under some vinyl sticker and that's it.
But no, some smart-ass thinks that since these pieces of paper are easily 'transferable', some bad hats can swap them with other cars and get away with it. And so, to stop these rascals, the new roadtax now comes with a tamper-proof feature. OK, in a nutshell, its just a perforated vinyl sticker.
Once you stick it on, it'll be a bitch to remove them without destroying the bloody thing. Which means, if you stuck it wrongly, you'll have to live with it for another 364 days unless you do not mind paying for a new one, which, is not as easy as you think.
All is well and the peasants bowed to the new rule, until some idiot had their windscreen smashed. Oh, yeah, imagine the trouble.... and so, to prevent this, and just like every year, if I can remember to tell you, I have come up with a solution...
But no, some smart-ass thinks that since these pieces of paper are easily 'transferable', some bad hats can swap them with other cars and get away with it. And so, to stop these rascals, the new roadtax now comes with a tamper-proof feature. OK, in a nutshell, its just a perforated vinyl sticker.
Once you stick it on, it'll be a bitch to remove them without destroying the bloody thing. Which means, if you stuck it wrongly, you'll have to live with it for another 364 days unless you do not mind paying for a new one, which, is not as easy as you think.
All is well and the peasants bowed to the new rule, until some idiot had their windscreen smashed. Oh, yeah, imagine the trouble.... and so, to prevent this, and just like every year, if I can remember to tell you, I have come up with a solution...
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| Step 1 Get a road tax and a transparent window tint big enough to overlap the roadtax |
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| Step 2 Remove the roadtax from the backing paper and stick onto the TINT itself. Do not stick to the tint's backing plastic. |
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| Step 3 Slowly smooth out the sticker and then, cut the excess tint away. Note that I am using a slightly darker tint as this was given to me by a friend many years ago before he decided to close his Car Accessory shop. |
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| Step 4 Remove the tint's backing plastic and coat it with slightly soapy water. |
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| Step 5 Place the 'new' road tax sticker onto your car's windscreen and you're done! So, when you need to remove the sticker, there is no mess. Both the road tax/tint sticker will come off easily |
Beryl's Chocolate Sale 2015
I was a Beryl's and they're having a Sale right up to the 17th February, 2105.
Won't tell you why I was there but after so long, I now get the chance to enjoy some Durian flavoured chocolates again. Yep, Beryl's, a local chocolate company which has a lot of wonderful flavours and varieties. And just tested this on a finicky chocolate eater who said it was good, and espcially on those hazelnuts variety, Beryl's is more or less my choice now.
Having tasted Cadbury's for so long, this was quite a pleasant change and who knows, I might stick with them more instead.
Oh, and if you talk to one En. Zainal in advance, he can give you a tour too.
Beryl's Chocolate Wonderland
| No. 2, Jalan Raya 7/1, Kawasan Perindustrian Seri Kembangan |
| 43300 Seri Kembangan, Selangor Darul Ehsan, Malaysia. |
| Tel : 603-89436136 |
| Fax : 603-89436021 |
| Operation Hours : Monday - Friday from 8.30am to 5.30pm, Saturday until 3pm |
Frank Miller's 300
Yes, finally, I finished watching Frank Miller's 300. Yeah, its more than 8 years late. Being more biased towards Sci-Fi and robots and stuff, it was a challenge to actually sit down and endu... I mean, watch it.
Then again, since I was doing some model kits at the same time, it was much bearable and to be honest, the visual looks good. That's all I can say. And hang the Historical inaccuracies so many critics or rival writers have complained. Come on, this is a movie and not a History Documentary.
To me, Frank Miller's 300 is visually enjoyable and I just love the flow of the story. You should also read his actual Robocop series which was even grittier (OK, better) than the awful movies.
But there is still one book that was a challenge to me; decades after reading reading Ronin, I am still stumped by the ending. But thanks to Wikipedia I more or less get it, but WTF, man.
Still, Frank Miller is a great writer and it was him who made Batman what he is today (no, not those awful sorethroat Christian Bale ones) darker and grittier. I know he has also made the Daredevil and Elektra characters worth noticing but I have yet to read them.
So, yeah, briefly, 300 is great and that's it. And once again, this is not a History Documentary.
13012014 A visit to Section 14
Today is the first time in 2015 I dropped in on Section 14, PJ. I used to love going to this place maybe its because during my early working days, my Office was just across the road (but you need to take a big round before you can cross the road). Things have changed since then.
My haunt has gone to Pasar Road, Hobby HQ and ICW. Over the decade, things have changed a lot from Miniature Hobbies relocating from 1-Utama to here before going to Jalan Kenanga and disappeared, Sushi King & TGIF came and went, so did Metrojaya. Then in came the Digital Mall, the equivalent of Low Yatt Plaza for Selangor folks and Jaya Supermarket was demolished, sacrificed a worked before being resurrected as Jaya-One.
And so, given the opportunity, I was glad to take this errand rather than relegating this to my tech as their time to our clients are more important *ahem*. After looking around, I got what I needed but my fav, the All IT store was closed for stock-taking.
One weird thing I experienced was when I wanted to buy a USB charger and cable. I went to a perky young girl and asked about the prices. It was RM10 for the charger and additional RM10 for the USB cable. I am not sure why, but then, my Engerlund went from local Malaysian to that or a Foreigner and her attitude lifted a bit. Many times she bent on front of me *ahem* and squatted *ahem-ahem* behind to 'get' the cable but I just looked away. The service was much better but it was still RM20.00. Cheh.
So, why do I need a power bank? Well, I am going to experiment on it because I have a working theory on how to use it. Oh, and it charges my phone too....
Do drop by here and LIKE me now and then to see the fate of the Power bank...
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My haunt has gone to Pasar Road, Hobby HQ and ICW. Over the decade, things have changed a lot from Miniature Hobbies relocating from 1-Utama to here before going to Jalan Kenanga and disappeared, Sushi King & TGIF came and went, so did Metrojaya. Then in came the Digital Mall, the equivalent of Low Yatt Plaza for Selangor folks and Jaya Supermarket was demolished, sacrificed a worked before being resurrected as Jaya-One.
And so, given the opportunity, I was glad to take this errand rather than relegating this to my tech as their time to our clients are more important *ahem*. After looking around, I got what I needed but my fav, the All IT store was closed for stock-taking.
One weird thing I experienced was when I wanted to buy a USB charger and cable. I went to a perky young girl and asked about the prices. It was RM10 for the charger and additional RM10 for the USB cable. I am not sure why, but then, my Engerlund went from local Malaysian to that or a Foreigner and her attitude lifted a bit. Many times she bent on front of me *ahem* and squatted *ahem-ahem* behind to 'get' the cable but I just looked away. The service was much better but it was still RM20.00. Cheh.
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| mah booties (l-r) 3x crispy popiah with 5x sardine currypuffs, a 10,000mAh Power bank, the RM10.00 USB cable and the RM10.00 charger. |
So, why do I need a power bank? Well, I am going to experiment on it because I have a working theory on how to use it. Oh, and it charges my phone too....
Do drop by here and LIKE me now and then to see the fate of the Power bank...
https://www.facebook.com/PisceanWorks
When Chaos ensues...
So, today is D-Day for a lot of people. And just as I drove about, I see them jostling & pushing each other, blocking each other's ways, not caring if they scratched the car's paint-jobs or not. And I was just talking about the Parents. The kids on the other hand, meekly walked their way into the school's gates, knowing that their freedom has been taken away too soon.
As usual, the very first parking spot I find, I parked. Never mind about not being able to get out when neede to since the whole road would be congested in minutes. The veterans knew to park their cars far away so that the new frantic parents can have the spots. We're been there before and its like leaving your bars of gold with strangers.
Me? I went back to the car after getting the girls sorted out and took a nice nap. When I woke up, its time to go back home... :)
I mean, the extra week off (due to the floods) is already enough and the only regret was that I did not have the time to be with them since my new Job started.
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| My girl's have the right attitude! |
The Morning after
Well, here we go again.
I got drunk.
For the first time after more than a decade, I got drunk.
It started out as a normal Company Annual Dinner but once it was over, we adjourned to the Buaya Room where, as you would have guessed it, things went downhill for me from there. I won't call it a room but it more of a Pub with a nice dancing area. Unfortunately, all Patrons were much much older than yours truly. Anyway, with the CEO and the Manager pouring the drinks, you can't say no.
I can say, I managed to control it in the beginning because what was given was just the Whisky with lots of water and ice, which, was like drinking flavoured water. But I made a very serious mistake of adding some Coke to it since it felt tasteless to me. The Coke, which I were to learn later, helped speed up the alcohol absorbtion into the body.
Needless to say, there were some funny stuff which I knew was going on while I was trying to stay sober and understand what Company strategy and plans my Bosses were trying to tell me. The Singer next to us was not helping the situation either.
How I got home was a miracle because trying to sleep it off in an empty carpark during Full Moon was not part of the plan.
I got drunk.
For the first time after more than a decade, I got drunk.
It started out as a normal Company Annual Dinner but once it was over, we adjourned to the Buaya Room where, as you would have guessed it, things went downhill for me from there. I won't call it a room but it more of a Pub with a nice dancing area. Unfortunately, all Patrons were much much older than yours truly. Anyway, with the CEO and the Manager pouring the drinks, you can't say no.
I can say, I managed to control it in the beginning because what was given was just the Whisky with lots of water and ice, which, was like drinking flavoured water. But I made a very serious mistake of adding some Coke to it since it felt tasteless to me. The Coke, which I were to learn later, helped speed up the alcohol absorbtion into the body.
Needless to say, there were some funny stuff which I knew was going on while I was trying to stay sober and understand what Company strategy and plans my Bosses were trying to tell me. The Singer next to us was not helping the situation either.
How I got home was a miracle because trying to sleep it off in an empty carpark during Full Moon was not part of the plan.
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| What the hell was I typing? |
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| And yeah, they say its good. But I was more interested in the round box that came with it. |
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