This can usually be found on Twitter.
10 Steps to Success in PHP consulting, New website ... err ... "idea"
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Okay, it was a one liner, but this is Barbara Mikkelson, you know? Of Snopes fame? This is Internet celebrity we're talkin' about!
I have touched greatness ... *dazzled*
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Right here. Have fun :).
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Kinda funny, cos I saw it from my lab ... once we saw a beautiful rainbow from my lab, and since then, every time I look out of the window I wonder if I'll see it again. And there it is! Unbelievably faint, very small and very low in the sky ... but so beautiful. Sign of God or symbol of better tomorrows, I don't know, and I don't care - whatever it is, it's welcome.
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I feel sick. And wasted. And dead. And stressed. And unsure. And just ugh.
If I feel like this tomorrow, I am seriously bunking everything.
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Hehe. I am so far on the edge it's not even funny any more.
Oh, nothing, you know. Usual stuff. Life. Love. The universe. People. Places. Faces. Things. Incidents. Reality. Makebelieve. The thoughts between your ears, and the things under your bed. The slippery slope along which yesterday meets tomorrow, and along which friends meet acquantences - but is there place for one more person on this slope?
Cats, once they get to like you, will let you rub their tummies. This is the ultimate gesture of vulnerability, and ironically (you learn quickly) it works both ways - the cat is vulnerable because you can "attack" its sensitive and unprotected tummy, and you are vulnerable because he can grab your arm with his arms, scratch with his back legs, and snap away at your fingers if he wants to. It's a common vulnerability, an unspoken thread of trust, which really holds it all together. I think.
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Linky for you!
Okay, so here's my first status report in what must be ages ... and it's a good day for it too, not in the least because I'm right now sitting at home (or, in my room) watching "American Beauty" on the telly (or, on my comp) and lying on my (not so) comfortable bed. Atleast I'll be going to sleep early, getting up early (I hope) and reading some papers (I hope). But, at any rate, (with any luck) a day for rest and relaxation. God, I need it, though. The last few days have been so exhausting. But the website is ready - yay! - and I get atleast one day off. Double-yay.
Lots to think about, work about, etc. etc. but am not going to waste my time - or yours - discussing them here. The point is, tiredness aside, I spent the last few days doing something I enjoy - making websites, creating magic with CSS, PHP, Javascript and, of course, the one and only HTML.
So, in short: things are good. Tiring, slightly confusing, sometimes irritating, a little scary ... but mostly, good. And that's the way i like it.
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This is all so backwards. I really oughtn't to be here right now.
Why am I here? Mapping sucks, it's just so horribly mindnumbingly stupid ... there's so much to do, and so little time, and I don't know, what's it all about, anyway, why is it this way anyway and why - why! - why do we get stuck, twisted and turned by life itself into that which is not the real us? Where do we go wrong, and start runnning around in circles, and look out the window and see the empty starlight of distant empty words streaming slowly back towards us, streaming lazily and uncaringly in towards us, us, living beings, conscious beings, trapped between the mirages of our own emotion and the horror of the other, between love and hate and fear and anger and frustration and doubt and deceit and worry and reality and falseness, light and darkness, flaw and flawlessness as sliding slowly we pass, so much water under the bridge, and into the deep dark ocean where nothing really matters (because, some say, nothing is real? or because the scales, the scales are so, so extremely, that to stop, to think, to look, is to do too much?) At the end of the day, we are all - I have to say it - so much dirt, so much human excrement degrading slowly into the mud from which we rose. You observe, then - the dreams, they mean nothing, the thoughts, they mean nothing, feelings - tch! for what mud ever had feeling? - and when we look upon it all, just washing slowly through the abyss of time, through the mouth of feeling, and out the other end - do we ever stop and grasp the sheer futilty, the awesome meaninglessness of all that we see - name place animal thing person body mind emotion feeling thought - and, do we not, then, force ourselves out of our own minds, squirm out of our heads through our ears or nostrils, and look back upon us, this crazy imbicile, this stupid ape, this strange creature trapped between the hard rock of reality and the sharp stone of our own unreality, a mysteriously manufactured unreality which flows through mountains and caverns and little pools of its own, rushing on down to the place where it was vanish into the ground, mingling with the mud, mingling with the body it once sustained, and mocking it - as an uncle mocks a nephew! - to its own intrinsic futility, ti's own cause for not-being?
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... so bear with me. This is going to be the first post in a long, long, long time where I'm going to be half-serious, half-thoughtful, hell, half ... no, serious is really the right word to use here.
I feel scared, for some strange reason. Okay, to be perfectly honest: I'm not sure if it's fear. Maybe it's not, but that's the closest I can get to putting a name to it. It might just be an attack of insomnia (it's 3:30am, even as we speak) which might be even worse. This particular time, incidently, I have literally tried everything - a walk/jog, a shower, fooling around on the net, etc. So, here I am, once again, trying to still my aching head and silence my beating heart, etc. etc. for the benefit of all mankind.
Oops, I promised to be serious, didn't I? Silly me.
I thought about Australia again. Not entirely sure why, in fact, one of the things I remember thinking about was that I really wasn't sure about Australia any more. Hell, I'm not even entirely sure what it was I was once sure about Australia about. And trust me, this isn't just the sleep talking. Well, maybe it is, but I don't think so.
Weekends generally take it out of me, when I'm in Singapore. Usually, there's both too much happening - places to go on Saturday night, things to do on Friday, lab meetings Saturday mornings - and, sometimes, too little - the dreaded Sunday Afternoon Sleepiness (what Douglas Adams, if I'm not mistaken, poetically referred to as The Teatime of the Soul), and just the sheer ... loneliness, which comes from being by yourself for two days in a row.
But then again, when you're by yourself all the time anyway, it shouldn't really make a difference, should it? Should it?
Sigh. I don't want to be alone.
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What, here again? No. Not allowed.
But tomorrow isn't very far away. Is it? Of course now.
Good night for now.
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Linus Torvalds (also known as God) apparently switched to using a PowerPC recently - although still using Linux, of course. What's funny is the Slashdot discussion (the last link): a quick browse through, and I can see about two or three separate flame wars - from the ancient AST/LT "microkernels vs. macrokernels" debate to the survival of openBSD to PCs vs Macs to Linux on the desktop! The only one I haven't seen is Vi vs Emacs, althought I'm sure that's lurking somewhere. :) Scribendi progresses slowly but surely; life, in general, is becoming more interesting. Will it last? Who knows? But will try and enjoy it while I can ...
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Ever had one of those days ...
when you got up really early, for no good reason,
looked at the beauty of dawn, and thought: life is good,
then, the day breaks, time plods on,
and suddently, you just really, really,
want to get back into bed
and start all over?
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"Man does not live on bread alone. Frequently there must be beverage."
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Yup, yup, night night sleepy sleepy but must focus. So, here I am, on the last four minutes of a quick cookie-and-coke (can't you see Enid Blyton tearing her hair out at the wrongness of it all?) and to stop my mind drifting onto thoughts of life, relationships and friends, and instead onto men, women, relationships, manipulation, sex, and of course kids. Ain't animal behaviour grand?
Sigh. Back to work. But you know I'll be back here in an hour, don't you?
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I can't believe it, but I've been online for ten years now. God, I lived through all that ... wow ... really makes you feel like a part of history, somehow :). Awesome.
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First Law of College Blogging: Rate of posting is always directly proportional to the number of things on your list of things which have to be finished by that night.(I believe Yvette has postulated this previously, and was considering naming it "Yvette's Law", but figured she might not like that ... so the First Law of College Blogging it is).
One day, sometime soon, my skin will stop hurting and my report will be done and my stomach will be alright and things will make sense again. And I will have somewhere to go on weekends, something to do which is beyond the tedium of school, studies and lab work.
Life will come. Maybe, meaning. And ... love? Is it too much to hope for?
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That's an inversion, obviously. Here I am, bitching about how boring, pointless, useless my life is, and I claim to be living in Paradise ... but of course you see how I mean it, Paradise in its other meaning of a place of almost ethereal simplicity, dancing with the ghosts of yesterday (are there any others when you're dead?), where nothing means anything and where decisions don't really do anything, they're just formalities.
As a completely abrupt sideswipe, do you know which is the cutest song in the world? It's this one. It's sheer poetry, isn't it? And the girl, she's so beautifully whimsical ... it's really cute.
Digression aside, yes ... so, it is in fact, another day in Paradise here. Tons to do, of course, but nothing which, in my most humble of opinions, means anything. Makes a difference. Changes stuff.
Of course, I know that's a lifestyle thing, and the only way to change that is to make time for somethign meaningful (like what? like finding something meaningful to do, I guess - ha!). And that ain't going to happen until next week at week. So I listen to music and try and quell my bored, bored soul ...
Another useless digression: since number of people reading this blog have gone up, I might not be writting anything heartrenderingly poignant and personal here any more (but then, honestly, when did I ever?) Instead, if you want to find out how I'm doing, it's best to check out Things People Said and read between the lines. Just a hint.
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So, here we are ... another week, another Saturday night, another pile of stuff which needs doing in double-quick time, another book which has totally caught my fancy (Shame by Salman Rushdie, if you must know - my second reading. So sarcastic! Loving it!), another website idea, another project almost done, another project needs to be started on, another submission coming up, another test to prove how little I know (or care) about micro-organisms (well, in all honestly, the test is how much I can learn about them, so that's all right then), another personality test (well, informal, basically confirming that I'm a screwed up INFP, yay), another IQ test (129, for what it's worth, and I'm a "facts curator", which is true), another mismade dinner, another session of sitting online listening to great songs not actually doing anything and another day gone in the quest for biological numbers, laboratory hubris, sleep, dreams, and pretty websites.
Sigh.
I need meaning to my life! Purpose! Drive! Desire! Heck, I'd settle for their ugly sisters, Quest, Fun and Lust. But something, anything, to make it seem just a little worthwhile, give it some kind of meaning, structure, whatever.
Aiee aiee aiee ...
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."