A day of spills…

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I spilt Diet Coke TWICE on my Logitech Cordless Freedom Optical
keyboard yesterday. I forgot all about it and went to sleep. Upon
waking up, I started typing and wondered why some keys were going
crazy. Typing s brought up Outlook Express, Ctrl puts it into Sleep
mode and stuff like that. I was wondering why, I couldn’t even remember
the spillage incident yesterday…until I saw some liquid coming out from
the seams on the side. I overturned it, and a significant amount of
Diet Coke steeped in gunk dripped out. Fuck. I’m letting it dry and see
if it works, if not I’ll flood it with water (coz it’s sticky), dry it
and try again. That sucks because I have an assignment due on
Wednesday, while all the time I was thinking it’s due on Thursday. This
A$5 backup keyboard has a Sleep button where my Outlook Express mapping
was (grr…), I keep reaching for a non-existent volume control and the
keys feel too hard. I have to apply considerable force to make each key
press register and since I’m used to the softer Logitech, I keep making
typing mistakes coz the key strokes are not being registered. Typing
with such force is tiring too. I also managed to spill chicken topping
sauce on my pants during dinner.

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Oh well, back to work. I’m about to nod off, I need an infusion of something. Too bad I don’t have anything.

Arrrrgggggggghhhhhhh

MIA coz assignments. It’s Saturday! Time fastfowarding, I can’t keep up! No, stop!!!

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Quick one, took this photo just now. Around 6 AM. Hmm…I thought 6 AM
was just an hour ago. But the clock says I’m wrong. Where did the time
go? Jumped to 3:37 PM? PM??? Wtf? Noooo…go slower k. About the pic,
I’ve been meaning to photograph that since it was implemented a couple
of days ago, but didn’t get around to it till now. There’s a new policy
at our halls, the main stairway door is to be locked 24/7. The picture
up there is the latch that is used to keep the door open, it’s been
taped over to avoid people from using it to prop open the door. Now I
gotta remember to bring my keys every time I go out…wait, can’t
continue like this…MUST WRITE IN FRAGMENTS. Quicker. No time.
Assignments. Here’s another pic to show perspective:

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Something else. All hail Win XP System Restore. Got a corrupted
profile this morning. My personal profile won’t load. XP loaded default
and I was shocked to find all my assignment files missing (all saved in
My Documents) and all my photos (stupid Nikon Browser…default to My
Pictures in My Docu). They just weren’t there, browsing to Docs +
Settings -> My Name -> Desktop
Nothing!
<-
-> My Docu
Nope!
-> My Pics
All empty!
Horrified! Restarted but same thing happened, after shock passed
(partly due to remaining disk space still the same and worse come to
worse, go for disk info retrieval tools – digressing, not good,
anyway), went for sys restore hoping I didn’t turn that off. Always used to turn it off coz didn’t want the extra load.

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Thank God I didn’t turn it off this time. Restored to previous day
and right as rain. Worked on ass and STILL didn’t back things up. I
never learn. Mouse froze just now, “fuck!” I thought. Mouse error is
common error, bios disables USB support and have to restart and set
things rite – only happens occasionally, so didn’t bother to isolate
cause, but prob coz of the wireless mouse +kb driver).
Anyway, uh oh, this is bad I though. Had to reboot…prayed won’t see the
corrupted profile. In vain. Yep, got the same corrupted profile.
Please sys restore, do your magic. Whee. Restored okay, BUT….
Nothing in all my docs
My ass was in there…12 hours of work…gone?
Made offerings. Prayed. Restored to earlier date, didn’t dare to look, went to toilet.
Came back and phew, everything fine again.
Except a couple of database files were missing

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Luckily they were on the Unix server I work on. PuTTY r0x. Doing the
backbone for my ass. Using SQL Plus command line via SSH to Unix. Don’t
want to bother with downloading Oracle for GUI SQL Plus. Command line =
faster for me. If you’re working on something like this too, and didn’t
already know, easy way: Type SQL tables in notepad. Save as
“database_create.sql”. FTP upload. Go SQL Plus Prompt. Type “start
database_create.sql”. If you’re like me and makes a lot of mistakes
you’ll also have created “clean.sql”. Just a fast way to drop all
tables. Copy table names from db create. Also, save typing, script
“see.sql” with “select table_name from user_tables;”. Just in case
clean.sql ordering wrong, FK dependent tables not deleted first.
Reorder again. Populate db separately “populate.sql”. SQL not fun.
Doing the Java and PHP front end now. Still have CSS and HTML to go.
Bye sleep. BTW, me != retard. Just in a rush. Gotta go, time moving at
the speed of lite. Keeping up, hard. Trying. Wish me luck. Thanks!

Crossing t’s and dotting i’s

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This is how my blog looks like in Netscape 4.7. teddybwear
[blogspot.com] sent me this screenshot today. It’s very bizarre seeing
an ICQ message with my nick flashing in a screenshot, I felt like my
body was somehow switched or something. =D I know there’s something
very wrong with the templates but I never got around to fixing it
because it works fine in IE 6 and that’s what most people are using
anyway. πŸ™‚ I’m just lazy. Anyway, I got around to hunting down the
problem and found out that I wasn’t crossing my t’s and dotting my i’s.
Most pages were missing the closing “html” tag and most “div” tags
weren’t being closed too. I think I got all of them so it should be
displaying properly on other browsers now. I’ve also added an About sixthseal.com
page to the sidebar since I’m pretty much brain dead from lack of sleep
and I can’t concentrate on my programming assignment. Sleep beckons
me…

I******* M*******

It’s only 6 weeks before my graduation so I’ve started to take
photos of anything and everything in an effort to document scenes of
Melbourne that has been part of my life ever since I arrived here in
2000. I’m starting with the basics – campus and halls then moving to do
photo shoots of the city and other places. Here’s one I took today on
the train, I was sitting in the first carriage and just shooting random
pics of the train interior when I saw this:

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No, not the guy in front of the photo. I’m referring to the train
driver helping a physically challenged guy on an motorised wheelchair
to exit the carriage. I found this photo nice, because it showcases the
level of service available for the physically disadvantaged here. Train
drivers will stop and come out of the driver compartment and come into
the carriage to help them enter and exit. I’ve been impressed by the
allowances this country makes for the physically challenged ever since
I was here.

Link of the Day: Infected Mushroom live at Bliss 4 @ QBH tonight!!! [earthcore.com.au]

Infected Mushroom! If you don’t know who they are, kindly disregard the next paragraph and continue reading from the one after.

Heresy! Go back and listen to your Paul Oakenfold and Paul Van Dyk. That’s what trance means to you anyway. :p

If you read that anyway, you have my apologies for the unacceptable
elitist insult. πŸ˜‰ I was impressed by their intense psy-trance when I
was introduced to their music and I had wanted to see them live ever
since. I want to go so much…but I can’t. Unfortunately my plans of
working ahead to have an Easter break totally free from assignments has
not gone according to schedule. There are just too many assignments to
complete and I need to catch up over Easter break. Why can’t I take a
single night off to go?

Well, because if I go, it’s not going to just affect one night, I’ll
need at least a week to recover. Why? Because if I go, I just know I’m gonna go all out
by justifying it’s the last big one before I go back, so I’m going to
be pushing the limits, fuck the consequences, going out with a bang and
that. And the thought of me contemplating “going all out” scares me too
coz in my dictionary:

going all out
phrase
1. Mental state where excess is celebrated and consequences are not taken into consideration.
2. Implicitly trusting your body to handle and deal with the strain
exerted by the prodigious consumption of various supplements.
3. Living only for the “now”.

See also: Trips to the hospital, formidable financial repercussions, extreme neurotoxicity, comedown from hell.

I’ve also noticed that every time I decide to go all out something
bad happens at the end which more often than not causes regret or
remorse. =D I trust myself not to do anything too stupid and reckless
that will lead to long lasting repercussions, but still the recovery
period from my sessions of going all out (in this context) takes a
week. One week of (horrible) depression, overwhelming anxiety, panic
attacks, unshakable lethargy, mood swings, suicidal tendencies, crying
spells and utter helplessness before the dopamine and serotonin stores
starts grudgingly filling up again.

There was a time in my life when I would have said “fuck it” and went all out, quad-dropping* and candyflipping*
every few hours and get totally mashed and HAVE FUN till the break of
dawn. Unfortunately, I seem to have sobered up and realized the
importance of not fucking up this semester, because it’s my last
semester and I’m graduating in June. I want to spend my Easter break
catching up and finishing assignments and doing some photo shoots
instead of lying in bed depressed and feeling like a significant chuck
of my brain has taken leave.

That doesn’t mean I don’t want to go though. This is probably the
last big event that’s happening before I go back, and Infected
Mushroom!!! It’ll be absolutely crazy in there, I want to go! I can’t imagine what a powerful experience it’ll be to be candyflipping*
while listening to Infected Mushroom live in a “psychedelic mad house
featuring multiple monster lasers, death defying stunts, mind bending
installations + more”.

*I don’t do any of these things, mind you, it’s just an
analogy. I don’t even know what it means! It’s not to be taken
literally. πŸ˜‰

It will be a total mind-fuck. I want to be there! But I
can’t. Our one week long Easter break has got to be used for catching
up and assignments instead of recovering. Thus, I’m afraid I’ll have to
ban everyone from mentioning the words “infected” and “mushroom” in
front of me, in my near vicinity, within hearing range, or in the
comments. This is because I don’t want to be reminded of what I’m
missing. πŸ™ Those who insist on defying this ban will receive a hefty
kick in the balls. That goes the same for girls, I’m sure it’s gonna
hurt too. =D

I’m serious, no one use the words “infected” and “mushroom” until tomorrow, when the event is over.

No more zzz…

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Arrgggghhhh…I’ve been sleeping too much these days. I just woke up
in time today to grab something (the something above is sweet and sour
chicken with rice) from slops before lunch services closes. Well,
according to my calculations, my sleep debt should have been paid off
by now, so there would be no 10-12 hour sleeps again after today.
Hereby, the court orders the plaintiff “Mr. Sandman” to stamp the sleep
debt sheet “Paid in Full”. Er…yes, back to work. =D

Another day…

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There’s 1000 words right there. πŸ˜‰ I’ve having a really busy time
with all my assignments, so I haven’t been making real posts lately.
I’m going to take a nap now coz I woke up fairly early today. I’ll post
again tonite. Oh and that picture is of the Monash University campus in
Caulfield.

The Pink Bin

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I don’t think my new neighbors is aware that this is a feminine
hygiene product disposal bin. Two new people moved in this semester,
one of my previous neighbors has graduated while the other moved to
Oakleigh in protest of the recent raise of the halls rent. The Pink
Healthcare Services bin has never doubled as a rubbish bin last
semester or the previous one, so I think either one or perhaps both of
my new neighbors is making the poor bin do double duty.

As you can see from the photo, it has been stuffed with
miscellaneous things like toilet paper wrappers, toilet papers, an ice
cream wrapper (?) and a plastic soap dish (!). The auto closing
mechanism of the bin has thus been blocked by the debris, and so it has
remained for several days. The cleaners should put up a sign clearly
labeling the original purpose of the bin to prevent such occurrences in
the future. Heh. πŸ™‚

Edit: My apologies about all the disclaimers floating about.
I’m feeling a bit paranoid about getting raided, seeing as to how my
address is visible to anyone who does a whois query. Not that I have
anything to hide of course, nor am I in possession of any illegal
substances. Just felt like putting up the disclaimers.

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