Sunday, April 21, 2013

Major Douchebag

I'm sharing my experience with a douchebag from LYN whose name I won't disclose.
But for convenience sake, I shall dub him as Major Douchebag.

I hope you all readers out there can, in the very least, not be like him.

I refrained to say this until I've received the item. Now that it's in good hands, time to go into burst mode.

Dealing with Major Douchebag, frankly speaking, was a big pain in the ass. I don't know how he's dealt with his other transactions before, but my transaction is an apocalyptic disaster.

He mentioned that he was a genuine seller with experience, that he sold handphones and stuff. I really needed the laptop, so I took a risk and trusted him. Now, I'm pretty curious about how he dealt with all his  other customers. Not that I'd ever know anyways.

Because from what I've experienced with him, he's got no sense of customer respect in terms of business ethics. I can tell he's a nice guy from the way he spoke to me through the phone and our share of offline messages in LYN. But he's got shit bearings for customer priorities.

The conditions were simple. I make my payment in full, and he'd just get the item to me. Done deal.

Little did I know that he suddenly told me he was in his exam week, and he could only settle things with me around 16th to 18th April. I paid my money on the 24th of March. I recall it so vividly because the 23rd of March was when my ex and I said our farewells and embraced a path without one another in our lives.

When I called him up, it took him 3 days to answer. That too was only after the 20th or so phonecall. He said he preferred text messaging. Fine. But the day I called, I was so furious that I wanted to choke him down through the phone. But I calmed myself down and asked him, "so how can we do this?"

Who'd have thought I was in for the shock of my life. The laptop wasn't even with him. He was in Segamat. And the laptop was with his mom all the way in the suburban areas of Johor Bahru where the only post-office is 30 minutes drive away from the house. Segamat was 2 hours drive away from Johor Bahru.


Then I called him for further solutions to the problem. I called up POS Malaysia and they said they could do doorstep delivery. Done, Pos Malaysia saved the day. The only catch was that the person who needs the parcel collected must make the call. Third parties like me can't do it.

...SECOND SHOCK! His mom is completely computer illiterate and doesn't know a thing about handling computers. His dad, his siblings, everyone was out of home. Won't be back for at least a month! I say that because I wanted his mom to help him help me get my laptop. Seems like that option is not very plausible after what I've heard.

So, no choice. I waited 3 weeks. I told him I needed to laptop immediately, but if that was the best he could do, then I can't do anything. My money's being held hostage with him, and so is my merchandise. It won't do me any good to tick him off.

Then the time came, 16th April. What an amazing coincidence too that he lost his cellphone and asked me to wait till 18th April. Do I have a choice? Pfft.

So D-Day was gonna happen. I'm finally gonna hear that my com will be shipped and it'd be arriving the next 2-3 days! And then Major Douchebag finally superceded his own title. He said he couldn't find me a courier to ship the 4.5kg laptop. Makes me wonder how he vouched me that it was ok for laptops to be shipped as he had an Alienware laptop shipped to him almost recently too. Funny he couldn't recall the name of that courier service.

That was it, that was my last straw. I was prepared to take a bus down to meet up with him at Johor. Then he told me he couldn't be in JB after this week. Great lord fuck the world. Yes, this week. He just left this Saturday, 20th April. The transaction happened, and it's in good hands, just not my hands. I'll get to that shortly.

FUCK. Again cannot? WHAT THE FUCK???

He texted me before a few days before, "you got any relatives in JB bro?"

At first, I told him no. Bothering that one person I know in JB is the last thing I wanted to do. But after that final conversation, I felt like I was left with no other options. Taking a taxi down from Larkin is gonna bomb my pocket twice, to and fro. As if the bus fares wasn't making a good enough entrance to the entire holiday package. Bus fare to JB is already RM35, 5 hours journey. Go back, already RM70. Take taxi down to Segamat, another RM60-80 easily. A courier would only cost no less than RM50. I checked with POSLAJU. But he couldn't do it because he couldn't think of a good container and didn't have any means of packaging the laptop safely. It was way too risky for him to ship the laptop he says.

Motherfucker, all you needed was a sturdy cardboad box, lots of foam padding and you're done. It costs no more than RM20. I'd rather pay that anytime + shipping fees than waste 2 days and RM200-300 to go down to JB just to get the laptop from him.

Anyway, after that, he asked me how much I wanted my laptop. Then he offered that he could bring the laptop to KL, but I'd have to pay him RM100 for transportation and I'd have to wait till 5th of May.

God, how much I wish I could just elbow him. At first I thought to myself, I've already waited this long, what's a few more days right? A few days isn't a big deal. 3 FUCKING WEEKS IS.

In desperation I picked up my phone reluctantly, and dialled that number. My ex's number. To my surprise, she picked up immediately despite the late call. I told her my problem, and she agreed to help me, no strings attached. I was relieved, but alas the relaxing thought was overridden with a hurt pride, a betrayed ego, and a sad memory. I had no other choice. I was fortunate enough to know she was coming back to KL the following week, and that already saved me RM300 and another 2 weeks worth of tormenting wait.

So I told him about it. My friend could take the laptop from him. They were gonna meet tomorrow. Everything was going fine. Until the next morning, Major Douchebag has proven himself worthy of his title yet again, and told me he had to go for an emergency business trip to tend to his father's company.


Then he sent me a text saying he'd deal with my friend firm, 1pm, at JB, on Saturday, 20th April or he'd call of the deal and give me full refund. And the event transpired smoothly.

... with a few other tiny hiccups.

Before D-Day, I told him to prepare a case or a bag, 3-layered plastic bags if need be, to hold the laptop in the very least as my friend is a girl, and letting her carry that 4.5kg 17" laptop bare just screamed bad idea all over.

Whaddya know, he didn't. And my ex had to bring back the laptop, THAT 4.5kg laptop, IN HER HANDBAG. He even had the nerve to message me about this, thinking it was goodwill, and told me of his sincere sympathies for the issue. No wait, he said he pitied her.


The deal was that I get a laptop bag, which was great since 17" doesn't fit in most conventional school/backpacks, and he'd throw in a Microsoft Office 2010 original, which I didn't need, for free.

I didn't get both.

Apparently, his laptop bag is lost somewhere in his house in KL. And he's gonna COD it to me at KL somewhere after 5th of May. Great. The Microsoft Office, he pulled it out of the offer last minute after he remember that he paid RM1200 for it when in the beginning, IN HIS POST, it was written, clearly that the Office was worth RM500, and it'd be given free as a package.

But whatever, I really didn't need it. What bothers me is how he continuously fails to cultivate any sense of trust and goodwill with me during the entire period of the transaction. More like he sucked at it and never gave a shit about it.

Genuine good seller with experience my ass. Chances are I'll never see that backpack he's offered me as well. With his stellar track record, I think it's best not to expect anything at all.

First things first, how could he even make me wait this long? You're supposed to get your items immediately upon payment. That's what Cash On Delivery fucking stands for. Not pay 3.2k, get item 2 months later. If it was stated in his post, at least I'd know what I'm getting myself into. But he didn't! Major Douchebag was a master of deception and falsity. But mostly stupidity and negligence. He kept me in the dark until after I made full payment.


But I guess I'm also partial to blame because I hastily banked in the money to him without calling him up first. I only called him after I banked him. He never picked up and only answered in texts.

That was probably the biggest mistake of the entire transaction.

Secondly, he had the brains to put his personal life before the business and expect me to understand his worldly troubles. Sorry for being cruel, but I never pressured him about any of my problems, and I never told him that I got my ex to get my laptop for me. How could he continuously insinuate my bad side over and over without fail? Seriously, it's as if he was designed to make my life a living nightmare with this transaction.

Thirdly, how can you sell an item if the item isn't even with you? It wasn't even stated in his post that he's in Segamat, and that his laptop is in JB. It's as if he's merchandising a product without putting in the appropriate labels on the packaging. He's deliberately keeping people in the dark, and this isn't fair.

Fourthly, how can you offer something as a package and withdraw the offer later? I understand that the item is yours and you have full rights over your item until you give up ownership of it, but didn't anyone educate you about business ethics? We're not supposed to give people false hopes. We don't promise what we can't give. We're not BN for fuck's sake.

Oh... I guess I know his political views now.

Anyways, lastly, probably the most annoying part of my entire transaction with him was continuously hearing the words I pity you from him and he did nothing about it. To all your Major Douchebags out there, customers don't need your pity. We want solutions. And in this case, I've been the one providing all the fucking solutions while he pinned them all down one by one with all his deliriously unreasonable circumstances when he was supposed to be the one making my life easier.

But no, he ended my transaction in the second most horrid way imaginable.

It's only the worst way imaginable if the transaction ended up as a con, in which it wasn't. So that's a major relief. It's just that he's a douchebag beyond salvation. Fuck, I wasn't even supposed to give a damn about his situation. I've been nothing but considerate, tolerable and nice to him.

All because he held my item and money hostage of course. *sigh*

Nobody likes a Major Douchebag. Would you like it if your boss pays you your paycheck 3 months late with stupid excuses, and when the time came, he delayed it yet again? You'll scream in agitation right? Of course! You need that money to live! Pay bills!


For goodness sake people, if you're going to prioritize your personal life over your customers next time, please don't bother selling the item at all. What's worst was how you could even sell an item, ready to go, AND CLAIM TO NOT HAVE IT WITH YOU after someone paid you in full?

Please, for fuck's sake, have the goddamn decency to slip a note in your sales post with the entire particulars of your issue so when someone's paying for your item, they know full-well what they are getting themselves into. It's your job to let your customers know how to deal with your entire package. Missing out details like this is very irresponsible.

Of course, I can't blame him since he had no time to edit. He really was busy with his exams. I think.

But regardless, he not only failed to solve my problems, but disappointed me again and again. How am I supposed to trust any future proceedings with him this way? Damn straight I can't. How is anyone else supposed to trust you when it comes to business if you've proven yourself as a sloppy douchebag who has no concern for customer satisfaction and good service? Business, is all about trust. If you suck at building a good and healthy trustworthy relationship with your customers, then don't sell. If you're still gonna sell, in the very least emulate a corporate company and think about good service for a change.

Yes, I'm definitely paying for the merchandise. And yes, I understand that it's the norm that people who pay for the merchandise also cover the shipping in COD business. But I don't pay to get into trouble. And he put me into a lot of shit for all his circumstantial mishaps.

I didn't expect him to be like Dell computers, but the very least he could do is to emulate their customer service professionalism. Even just a tiny bit. Business is supposed to be no bullshit, zero hassle and always trustworthy.

Major Douchebag not only bullshitted with me, but gave me tonnes of hassles and proved himself completely untrustworthy.

Ugh, I'm never cashing in without calling first. Wait... I did inquire the details. Vigorously for the first two weeks before I made the payment. Fucker, so it wasn't my fault at all!

For all it's worth, Major Douchebag could be a filial son, a great student and a great person. But whatever it is, he just messed up with this transaction big time man, and I simply can't let this slide.

So dear salespeople, it's your job to get items to your customers safely with as little hassle possible. Don't ever be like Major Douchebag. Because you don't know who's life you're messing with every single time you make a stupid mistake. Be cautious, and always provide the best service you can give.

Seriously. Don't make us understand your troubles. Help us customers trust you.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

CA.Org/TAD Are Stealing Artist Royalties

Duels of the Planeswalkers 2013: Deathmage Avatar by Brad Rigney.

Title is as it says.

You can read the original post here by Brad Rigney.

The issue of art piracy runs rampant in the world,
but it truly is disappointing to hear that TAD, founded
by none other than Jason Manley himself is involved
with this hypocrisy of work ethics.

Make sure you read the link given. There is no better
source to read regarding this issue than reading it from
Brad's side of the coin himself.

After that, than maybe you can read this.


Anyways, lets do what we can to stop people from
stealing our creative rights to earn money and such.

I donno how I'm gonna do it, but educating yourself
with this issue as an artist sure is a good place to start.

Good day everyone.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

of Greek and Final Chapters.

Watch this. 3.28.

I recall saying what love is to me some time ago.
The line in the given video sounds surprisingly familiar.

And maybe this. 7.23.

I cried. This sucks.

Greek is such a great work of fiction.
Nothing in it is real, but when the right scenes just
flash by through you, you just get eureka moments.

The line in your head that says, "Omg, that was me!"
and tears just start rolling down your cheeks.

I had so many of them already that I'm beginning to
think that watching this series really helps me get through
a certain stupid process.

The process of dealing with a post break-up.

I'm pretty sure movies and other kinda of dramas and series
can do that to people as well. But I guess it just so happens
that Greek filled up that slot for me right now. So... time for
some meat huh?

My relationship with my ex, was like my relationship diploma. It taught
me everything there is to know in a relationship. About commitment,
responsibilities, tolerance, acceptance, compromise and separation.

If you indulge into Greek, then you'd probably understand the following terms
that holds the entire gist of what transpired in my relationship:

When we first started out, I was Rusty and Jen K. I'm a bit
like Rusty, social wise. But I'm more hopeless Cappie than anything.
When we broke up, I realized I wasn't Cassie's Evan Chambers. But
what sucks more was knowing that I was Cappie, when things
ultimately didn't work out between him and Rebecca Logan.

So you can figure that out somehow if you'd like I guess.

Cappie's words were simple and clean.

"I couldn't step up for Rebecca. 
I couldn't change. 
She needed more. 
She needed real support.
I couldn't give it to her.


I miss her."

Most of you don't know, but my ex and I got back together
last October. And we broke up mid March this year.

Nobody knows this because I chose not to talk about her
anymore in my public blog. And look at what we've got here.

Our last 5 months together served to only have one purpose,
and that was to educate us about how futile it was to keep
working hard on a relationship that keeps hurting both parties..

No matter how hard I worked, it just wasn't meant to be.
No matter how hard she worked, it just wasn't meant to be.
No matter how hard we worked, it just wasn't meant to be.

I still love her. I miss being with her.
And I know full well that we can still be friends.

But I also learned and understood that being friends, staying
as friends, is really unfair to the both of us. At least for now.
So I can't do that to her. And I can't do that to me.

When I first started this blog, I promised myself that I'd be as
open to myself in this blog and not hide anything. A good friend,
of course taught me not to back down of my open opinions no
matter what, in which sadly, he completely has no recollection of.

Regardless, I can't keep that promise anymore. Because it's
not fair to involve other people's memories with me, especially
the bad ones, in a place where it could so easily taint their
reputation forever.

I know that now. But what's done's done. I can delete posts.
But I can't delete what people know from what I did before.

Now that I know, what am I gonna do huh?

I donno. I've never mentioned any names of anyone related to me
much in this blog for a very long time and I don't think I'm going to
stop doing so anytime soon.

... ok, maybe besides that one about my younger brother. I'm
proud of that one so, nevermind that.

I have to always remind myself, "what if things don't work out?"

Like my relationship. And my other shattered friendships.
Shattered mainly because whatever trust we may have had
together, the foundation of it, has crumbled to the core, and
can never be the same no matter how much paste and effort
is put in its reconstruction.

I  really believed it was forever. And I worked for forever.
But after everything was over, I realized that I forsook everything
I was for the sake of forever that never could happen.

I forsook myself.

And it still wasn't enough.
Was it worth it?


Would I give this experience up for anything else?

No. This crack will definitely leave a scar. But I can
at least know for sure now, that there won't be a second
reckoning of what has happened. Because I'd already went
through the entire ordeal, and repeating them with someone
else is the last thing on my list.

The past 3 years of my life was devoted to making myself
Evan Chambers for Cassie Cartwright. But I couldn't
do it. I wasn't man enough to do it. I'm embarassed,
ashamed, sad, disappointed. Crushed.

So I'm just Cappie from Season 2 Episode 4.

I've never deleted anything I've posted before. But some
things are meant to go. Like this first love. So I'll probably
make a quick sweep down my posts and send some of
the posts to the trash bin.

I have to put the past behind me. This... grief has to end.

This is a start of something new.

The understanding that sometimes, the only way for you
to love, is to not love anymore. Because when you realize
that the more you love, the more you hurt that person, you
just shouldn't continue loving that person anymore.

What if that person could take the hurt huh? Well, here's the
real question. What if that person couldn't?

Not giving up is a myth in some cases.
This case definitely is one of them.

In a normal fairytale ending, love always prevails.
In reality, we'd like it to be somewhat similar.
But we don't always get what we want no matter
how hard we work for it.

And our life has no ending until we die. Just new chapters.

Choosing to believe and hold on to someone you love
is a form of strength. But nobody ever told us that letting
go and properly moving on uses just as much strength.
Sometimes even more than the former.

Because we as humans don't like to advocate failure by nature.
Having blind false hope is always easier than dealing with the
grief of facing reality.

If you had a choice to love someone silently from afar, or to
tell that person your feelings to see what happens, most people
would choose the safer option. To love from afar.

Because even if you do get hurt, it's just you. Not both parties.
And you can easily do so with someone else after that.
Just a matter of changing your hopeful wishes.

But that's the thing. Failure is what helps us learn the most.
It teaches us grit, suffering, misery, the things that we don't
want other people to experience, because we did.

Because we know it sucks to feel like that. But the reality is
that we shouldn't always shield people from making mistakes.
Some of them need to happen.

The only mistake we ever need to prevent is when it's the
matter of life and death. Everything else should be treated
as a normal learning process.

Sometimes innocent fairytale love myths work for the right
bunch of people who has the luck for it.. I just don't think
I'm in the right bunch for such luck.

As sad as I am, I'm not depressed and suicidal.
But I definitely do need a good break from people.

I don't feel like going out with anyone. I don't want anyone
besides my family to have to go through this stupid process
with me.

As crappy as I feel, I still have to pretend I'm ok. So if there's
anything they need to put up with, it's just me looking ok.

It's really gonna take a while to for me to completely cool off.

I need to do this alone. I'll work things out somehow.
I've got this breakup coming to me a long time ago anyways.

One of you is definitely gonna be thinking of telling me that there
are plenty of fishes to catch in the sea. I've heard that a lot really.
And as much as I appreciate the good thought, just hear me out.

I'd never want someone to be with me because I'm what it takes to
help that person get over her ex. I don't want anyone to feel like they're
a second option. Making someone your warm body is just sad.

And talking to me about hooking up with someone else is just really
really offensive to me. I donno about you, but I just find it very
disrespectful to women to think that they are easy targets and
can be replaced so easily.

I donno, maybe some of them out there might beg to differ. But
this is Malaysia mate. Those kinda women only exist in certain
elaborate social circles.

So, like I said, I appreciate the thought. But no thanks.

Although I can't love my ex anymore, I'm still as loyal to her as I
was her Golden Retriever. Everytime I try to think positive and feel
like going out to grab a chance, I get ridden with guilt and all the
happiness backfires.

It feels like I'm cheating on her even when we aren't together anymore.
Because despite this massive failure, she's still very special to me.

It's stupid no doubt. But no degree of logic nor good advice can
overturn this mess in my head now. I just need to be alone.

Maybe I need therapy. Maybe I need a friend.

I donno.

Lovesickness is painful and exhilarating. Like punching a wall for fun.
Lovegrief is painful and exhausting. Like recovering from a car accident.

I'm not strong and I'm done pretending to be.

So... this my friend, is the final chapter of my first real relationship.
Relationships suck when they end. But things will always get better.

I think.

Anyways, I wish you all the best of luck in your fairytale ending.
It's not like I can have one anyways. Thanks for reading.
Enjoy Greek if you haven't.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Crouching Question, Hidden Answer

If you're thinking about the crouching toilet bowl... then yes,
you didn't hit too far off. Why? I donno, I'm 22 in 2013 and I'm
still not sure of the answer myself haha.... Figures.

But, I mean, really, all your life, have you ever wondered which exactly
is the right position? Whether your body should really be facing the 
hole or away from it? Maybe you never thought about it before.

Hell, I never did until recently so...

Anyway, technically speaking, if you follow the design of the regular sitting
toilet bowl, and... well, how our common sense perceives it, it should be the 
body facing away from the hole. You can't really sit facing towards the 
hole for the sitting bowl. Unless if you're looking to fall into some really 
deep shit, pun intended.

So why the difference with the crouching bowl? I donno, maybe because
you have the freedom to crouch however you want and not fall into deep
shit for as long as you've got a pair of strong and healthy limbs.

You can treat the above question as a rhetoric. Not that I ever ask questions
that really demand any answers anyways.

Speaking of questions, lets move to a different issue, about blogging in general.
I don't really remember what made me think through about this particular issue,
but I just started researching it on a whim about a month or so ago.

And if you've got time to kill spare, below are my exact search queries.

" are bloggers attention whores "

There were 2 articles that caught my eye on the first page after a little
self-screening through the wall of texts, and I'm quite glad to know
that they really do deserve to be on the first page.

So if you'd like to, you can read up on Hey, I'm Blogging! Pay Attention to Me!
and Am I A Whiny Attention Whore.

Getting back to the issue at hand, are bloggers attention whores?

I don't think so. I didn't think so.
Until I came upon a certain line that reads

It's a "Well, I'll just blog about the events in my life instead of picking up the phone, and the people who truly care about me will take the time to read it." 

And whaddya know. It felt like Mjolnir struck through my cranium once more
I felt like I got caught red-handed in my own delusions.

So yes, bloggers are lumped into a certain category of attention whores.

But I guess what really separates us bloggers from being the true ultimate social
nemesis and just those who're blogging just... for whatever reason, is how severely
they want or need a huge mass of religious followers for their blog, put beside the
cause or mission statement of their blog, like how Najib needs us to vote for BN.

Well, there are both good and bad blogs apparently. Like how some attentions are
meant to be given where some are not.

Mine is probably put into the bad basket by default since it's just random a pile of
everyday ramblings, as opposed to good blogs in which, I believe, contain reads that
are far more well-constructed, captivating and inspiring with their insights about a
particular subject, which are either very informative or moving in nature.

Such traits of course requires no explanation when you do come across one.

So with that said, what is my mission statement for the existence of this blog?
I guess... there's really nothing much to it. I really do just recollect memories
of past events in my life and post them up here and see if there are actually
people who care enough to actually take time to read it.

But aside from acknowledging that fact, I always tell myself this too:

If I ever lose my memories where I can't figure out my own password or who I am;
my past, the people I knew, everything that made me me or who I was, then if someone 
was close enough to me, they could always point me to the right direction and lead 
me back to where I've put down most of my thoughts, my blog, if they knew about it.

Maybe it's just an excuse for some people. But heck, you'll never know what can
happen right? So I'd like to think of blogs as forms of  memory insurances.

I mean... you could put up a comparison with this and Facebook. But really, I mean
really, could you even bear going through all the random status updates that has
no particular cause or origins as to where they might have even come from?

I'm sure Mark Zuckerberg and his team of committed and passionate individuals are
striving to make Facebook the best social network thing, period, even as you read this,
but till then, it's still a norm to know that if you're looking to dive into a wall of text, then
you'd usually go to a blog, not someone's profile page on Facebook.

Because to be quite frank, pictures and activities aside, Facebook does nothing more
than offer us a really surface and superficial outlook on others' lives, not to mention our
own. I mean, look at Facebook, do you even find properly written logs there these days?
It's just so infested with share this share that, help this help that bla bla bla, etc.

Just when did being bored and sharing random amusing stuff all the time began to be
a trend anyways? It's just odd to think that wasting time is so in now. If it was still the
90's, we'd get an earful from our parents or elders just from being this way.

But well, whaddya know, it's already 2013, 2 decades after. Who am I kidding right?

That aside, another reason for this blog... would be to hopefully somehow help someone
somewhere in the process by sharing my thoughts out. I must admit though sometimes
it creates the opposite effect instead even when I don't mean it, but... if you're always
afraid of speaking your thoughts, then what's the point of having thoughts in the first
place, right?

There was a quote somewhere that sounds something similar to:
Words unspoken are treasures to keep to be given to the right people with the right amount of generosity at the right tick of time.

I'm pretty sure it's a lot shorter, probably got it from a friend's blog ages ago.
But if anything, I really think that the whole purpose that line exists is to let us
know to not really keep everything bottled up inside, but to filter and refine the
thoughts we want said until it's really in its pristine diamond-like form, and then
convey it to the ones who need that diamond most, even when sometimes they
don't even know whether they need it or not.

The timing... the timing. I'm pretty sure fate has a lot to do with the efficacy
of timing. But we have to take into consideration that we won't always be there for
anyone all the time. And it's a pretty modern world now. If someone needs
answers for something when their dearest buddies aren't available, they can
always Google it up right?

Of course, this is assuming that most people in general these days already know
the true power of Google, which I highly doubt. Even I didn't until really recently.


But the above thought sure sounds a lot better than having a good thought, waiting
to be told to the right person at the right time, but the right person or the right
time never came at the same time no matter how long you patiently waited and
you just end up taking those bottled thoughts to your own grave, to be your
own version of buried treasure.

What a way to go huh?

Think about it, when that person was around, you weren't, when something came up,
that person wasn't around, when you've met that person at the right time, you weren't
free, etc. So the words end up being left unsaid despite all the amount of time you had
put into refining the idea, which is pretty sad.

Of course, you can always call, text, skype, e-mail, whatever. But if everything that
makes that person available to you just wasn't working, then what other options do
you have? Wait another day and let an opportunity of a lifetime slide through your fingers?

Think of it like preparing an important party for someone for the past 6 months, only
to find out that he couldn't make it, or you needed to be elsewhere on that very day,
or someone just crashed your party and made it a huge mess.

It's frustrating I tell you.

While I'm confident there are myriads of other comparisons that could be used,
but you can't deny that you've been reading quite a bit until here. So.. yeah, I'm
pretty sure we can skip those.

But if you ever feel like sharing your examples with the world, then there's always
the various kinda of social media platforms for you to take advantage of, not forgetting
the old school ones like the family message board or your college's weekly column.

I donno about you, but I just think that good thoughts need to be shared around
just like how love needs to be spread all over. If not, it's such a huge waste of
intellectual resources. After all, our brain can on hold so much at any one given
time. If you're gonna forget it sooner or later, at least make a hard copy of the
existence of the idea first right?

Seriously, stop giving Alzheimer's so much credit. Fight it for real for a change.

Anyways, enough with rhetorics. More importantly, as a blogger; as a regular human
being; as a social creature, am I looking for acceptance after all?

Of course I am! It's great to find people who think alike.

But if I don't, it's alright.

If I do, then it's great.

I mean, finding people who think alike is one thing. The same people having the benefit
of being friends is another thing altogether. I'm pretty sure if all of us lived long enough,
we'd know eventually that friendship needs more than just common interests or opinions.

In fact, I think those two things score last on the top 10 things a friendship needs.

But y'know, at least we know that when a good idea is being passed around, then that
idea isn't doomed to never seeing daylight ever right? So much for being treasures when
left unsaid haha.

Think about it, has the line "and I thought I was the only person who thought this way. 
Weird." ever came to you before? If it did, then you probably know what I'm talking about.
If you don't, well, it's alright. This post won't be going anywhere for a long time haha.

You can never go wrong with making people feel like they are not alone in this world
can you?

Unless if you're talking about ill-intentions then... oh, God bless the world then. I mean
really, to think that someone out there can think of things like she could get bombed
in her own school, causing the following adverse effects:

I die, you die, everybody die.'s pretty amusing really.

Anyways, yes, thanks for bearing with me this long. I hope you gained something
from your time spent here haha. Till next time.

Tuesday, April 02, 2013


Life is at a reset for me now.
It's not like time turned back or anything.

But I'm starting fresh again, which is a great relief.

I've already finished my last day with my previous employment last Sunday.
So now it's time for me to set things right where I couldn't before.

I also paid for a new laptop, but there are some minor complications with it,
so it'll only be arriving in 2 weeks time. After that, then maybe I can start going
hardcore with everything I wanna do.

What model you're wondering? Hmm.... It's an Asus G74XS with a few upgrades.
I got it just specifically for the cooling capabilities other than the fact that it should
be able to run the programs I wanna run without a hassle (try opening 3000 x 4000
pixels at 300 dpi with Photoshop.) and some occasional gaming.

I'm always not too savvy with the in-depth stuff regarding computer components,
but I hope my research and asking around has gotten me what I need.

Here are the current specs just in case you were wondering.


- Intel Core 2nd Geni7 2670QM , 2.2GHZ
- RAM : 8GB + 8GB 
- Hard Disk : 1.5TB ( 750GB + 750GB )
- Windows 7 Premium
- Graphic Card : NVIDIA® GeForce® GTX 560M 3GB GDDR5

And of course, it's 2nd hand. There'll come a day where I'd actually buy a brand new
one that can last me 5-10 years depending on what I do with it. But I'm pretty sure
that day won't be today or anytime soon, so yes, 2nd hand it is.

Anyways, the money is already paid, and changes can't be made now. But if
you do have some insight on what I could use for upgrades on a later date,
I'd be glad to hear your feedbacks, if any.

My main computer usage will always be the entire range of Adobe applications,
especially Photoshop, Illustrator and After Effects.

Might delve into Lightbox, Maya and Z-Brush later.

Yeap. This is a rather short update, but thanks for checking up on me.

So... yeah, till next time.