Wednesday, September 28, 2005

tagged and bagged

I was tagged by dils, so here goes:

Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1) Go fish a marlin or one of them big fishies
2) Sail around the world in a yatch ala Datuk Azhar Mansor (without the glam and pomp)
3) Perform the Hajj
4) become an al-Hafiz
5) have wild sex (well yeah, this one sounds a bit contradicting with the previous two, but hey, al-Hafiz aren't nuns :D. but well, I can't be an al-hafiz with my mind filled with lusty thoughts can i?)
6) Be a father
7) Die (you can't die if you're already dead. Well, maybe not just die. Death for a cause. Syahid!)

Seven things I could do:
1) go without talking to a human being for hours. Days even.
2) eat cold food right out from the fridge
3) live on stale cookies for days
4) wear yesterday's underwear
5) see everything in a negetive point of view
6) turn any situation into a disaster
7) survive (barely) any given situation

Seven celebrity crushes:
1) Natalie Portman
2) Kirsten Dunst
3) Nora Danish
4) The Sorceress of Greyskull
5) Nausicaa
6) Peg in freaky friday
7) Rachael Leigh Cook

Seven often repeated words:
1) uh-huh
2) ok ok ok
3) hmmmm?
4) uhhh..
5) alright
6) dude
7) okie

Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex :
1) tall
2) slender body
3) shapely ass
4) pretty face
5) defined waistline
6) slender fingers
7) less-than-handfull breasts

Seven tags go to:
1) naiza
2) iceroll
3) frenchpatisserie
4) suff
5) un
6) pydd

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

fishing

I went fishing last saturday. Sea fishing. On a 21 foot boat (a sampan is more accurate a description). We spent all day in the 21 foot sampan.

If anyone asks me about how the trip was, the answer will always be 'tiring'. It was indeed tiring, but maybe because i've never really fished that way before. Hell, i've never really fished! It was a good experiance nonetheless. Though I doubt that I'd be jumping to join their next trip. Maybe I might join them if they want to go to a different way of fishing. Deep sea maybe? Marlin fishing? That one sure looks nice in the TV. A fisherman fighting a battle of wills with a big fish. Or maybe a lazy lake fishing.

We caught a lot of fish. 219 of em, but alas, they're no bigger than the palm if my hand. We used the 'appolo' technique. Cast in a line with 4-5 hooks adorned with a little plastic bait, and the small fishes bites. Sounds easy, but it takes getting used to. To know where to cast and how deep and to get the hang of the reeling action. Well, not that hard, really. I brought up 2-3 fishes after about 10 tries.

My regrets are that we didn't catch any bigger fish that day. You know? the ones worthy of a brag or two. And of course, I regret that I spent the whole day at sea! There goes my zohor and asar prayers.

So there you go. No more sea fishing for me. Unless its on a bigger boat. And fishing for marlins and such.

On a 100 foot~ keel,
With a gold plated~ reel,
With loads of fishes on the deck,
Bouncin' Like bitches thirsty for ma peck.
hooeeeeeeeeee~~!

yeah, bad rappin'.

Monday, September 19, 2005

she, he, it

Do I look feminine to you?

Two of my collegue mistakenly called me a 'she'. It was not that obvious and they quickly corrected it. But you see, I sometimes mistakenly call a guy as a she, when the guy seems quite feminine. And of course, I'd quickly correct that mistake. Pretty much like how my collegues did.

So, do I look feminine to you? or is it my childhood phobia resurfacing?

Thursday, September 15, 2005

unbidden nostalgia

Just now, while i was lying on the bed, i felt that i miss my old boss. The Man. The image of his face came to my mind and also his hands. Then i felt that feeling of loss. Am I gay?

Well, no, i don't think so. But thats not the point of interest.

Time have this ability to erase bad memories and nurture the good one. Give anything enough time, and you will remember it with fondness. Well almost anything at least.

Like childhood years. Most people remember it as being idylic, playfull and responsibility-free. But we often forget about the constant fear. Fear of the dark, fear of mom and dad's wrath, fear of being ridiculed. Anything.

Maybe that's a blessing. We will always remember those times in good memories.

And I guess, I miss The Man's fatherly demeanor.

And that would probably means that i've forgotten and forgiven his mistakes and short comings.

Now, what about me? Have anyone forgiven me? Do they remember me with good memories?

I wish they do. But that's too much to wish for

whoopss

i changed my mind.

i now declare all my past writings, promises, actions, affirmations and thoughts null and void.

as if, it were that simple.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Mister Gloom

Whats with humans? We are unable to reach total contentment. We are insatiable. Even if people are trying to please us, we would still not be contented.

People often see me as the quite type. Always sitting quietly in the corner by myself, not talking much. Well, there is a good reason for that. I am often paralyzed with fear! yes people. I fear that my actions will bring you harm.

It is a wonder how the things we thought was ok to do, turned out to be our biggest mistakes. Take myself for example. Me in my quiet self, thinks that sitting in the corner by myself is acceptable, but the truth is, people don't really like the silent types.

Don't agree with me? Google out 'witch hunt'.

You see, at around the 19th century, there's this incident where people would hunt for withches. And the usual suspect was of course, old ladies who liked to keep to themselves. People would gather together around a bonfire or something, and somebody would say "I don't like ol' granny hunchback, who knows what she's doing in that shabby hut or hers", and there you go, instant witch. Then everybody will gather up their farming tool and round her up for the bonfire.

Poor ol' granny hunchbacked. She should've tried to be one of those loud obnoxios grannies instead. Maybe people stayed away from ol' granny loudmouth, but at least they don't accuse her of being a witch.

Well, life is unfair indeed. Loudmouthed grannies that's always pester you for gossips, only get curses behind their backs, ol' hunchbacked grannies that don't really want to bother you, get burned alive.

So, people that really know me will probably know by now that I sometimes talk in metaphors. Yes, what with taqi? Talking about witches, fires and all that? Whats with all that?

Well people, I guess the habit comes in a package. Me being the silent type and all.

So whats the point of all this? Why take pains to write up a blog that don't really tell people anything? That weaves the story in cryptic metaphors and hidden agendas?

I think maybe people could start to understand us silent types.
Understand that we don't really need to be understood.

Anyyywaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy........................

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Access servers (RADIUS clients)
An access server is a device that provides some level of access to a larger network. An access server using a RADIUS infrastructure is also a RADIUS client, sending connection requests and accounting messages to a RADIUS server. Examples of access servers are:

  • Network access servers (NASs) that provide remote access connectivity to an organization network or the Internet. An example is a Windows 2000 computer running the Routing and Remote Access service and providing either traditional dial-up or virtual private network (VPN) remote access services to an organization's intranet.
  • Wireless access points that provide physical layer access to an organization's network, using wireless-based transmission and reception technologies.
  • Switches that provide physical layer access to an organization's network, using traditional LAN technologies such as Ethernet.
traditional...

Friday, September 02, 2005

the age of unoriginality

We're arrived to the age where originality is extinct. There are no more thoughts that have not been thought off. No more ideas that remains unpondered.

To prove my point, go ahead and click here. Notice how there are alot of ppl that have already thought and talked about this topic.

Thus, this day and age, the most we could do that comes close as being original is to paraphrase old master pieces. Like the movie the matrix for example. It a spin on biblical stuff.

So my readers, forgive me for being unoriginal. Nowadays It's the only way of doing things.

the age of unoriginality

We're arrived to the age where originality is extinct. There are no more thoughts that have not been thought off. No more ideas that remains unpondered.

To prove my point, go ahead and click here. Notice how there are alot of ppl that have already thought and talked about this topic.

Thus, this day and age, the most we could do that comes close as being original is to paraphrase old master pieces. Like the movie the matrix for example. It a spin on biblical stuff.

So my readers, forgive me for being unoriginal. Nowadays It's the only way of doing things.