Tool Up, Honey Bunny

Here I am again making another unnecessary reviews on movies. Seriously, I got to get myself to write about something else! I mean, well, not that I haven't done anything else worthy to blog about. Maybe I'm just lazy. And the easiest stuff to write about is, for me at least, movie reviews.

It was Thursday last week and I forced my sister to come along and watch Kick-Ass with me (she only watches movies on Wednesdays). The movie poster doesn't do the actual movie justice. The trailers, well, not too bad. The movie? The title itself is possibly self-explanatory. Yes, it does kick ass, a lot of it, mine, my sister's and everyone else in the cinema.

I felt the beginning of the movie is kinda Spiderman-ish. I mean, it's not bad. It's good in its own way - witty, fun and all those deep-about-superhero-philosophy thingy. Some might feel bored about it 'cause you know, we all have had enough of that 'with no power comes with no responsibility' shit, or something like that. Spiderman did it, Batman too and Superman as well. They all are just complex insecure steel-on-the-outside-and-faggot-inside heroes. Kick-Ass may or may not fall under those categories. It's up to you. I don't think so for me anyway.

Just as the movie goes on, the true worth of the movie starts to unfold. It's pretty cool for Nick Cage to take a small yet significant role in this film. His character and his daughter possibly make up for the whole kickassness of the movie. Hit Girl got to be the coolest superhero ever. Well that’s a bit of an overstatement – there’s Batman, Spiderman, Iron Man (why not Ironman?), Optimus Prime and the list goes on. Nevertheless, I believe Hit Girl is able to turn men into pedophiles. Yes, it is that sick.

The movie is fresh, exciting and potentially my best movie of the year.

Iron Man 2? Well, I went and watched the movie the day after. I know it’s Friday but who cares I got a free ticket. And owh the movie is alright. Robert was great in the movie as always. Agent Romanoff is hot. Pepper Potts is sweet as ever. I kinda disappointed they removed the 'you complete me' scene at the beginning of the movie. Don Cheadle should have been Rhodey in the first movie. Hadron collider, really, Tony? I hope Thor will come out as good as this movie.

Nevertheless, I still walked out the movie humming The Dickies' Banana Splits.

Movies on Wednesdays

Last Wednesday, me and ma' buddies (well, my sister and her husband) went to catch a movie at the Cineleisure, Mutiara Damansara. Our pick of the day was the Clash of the Titans.

Well, if you’re wondering what the movie is all about and simply lazy to spend 48 seconds (yes I tried) to google it in another browser tab (or window, whichever comfortable with your pants), Clash of the Titans is a fantasy film engaging the story of Perseus, the son of Zeus and his adventure (which was caused by revenge) which involves the killing of Medusa (the snake-as-hair bitch), and the all powerful Kraken (I don’t care if I spoil the ending here because we all know that heroes always win and good boys will always get the good girls).

Anyway, I don’t care much about the plot of the story. All I know was that Greek mythology stuffs are supposed to be filled with magical shits – you know, Zeus with the lightning thingy, Poseidon with the ocean (or water altogether?), etc.

However!

Well, Hades was alright, I think. Not bad with his bad-ass evil-looking magic. But Zeus? The only power that I remember he executed was his transformation into a hawk (which greatly eases his transportation from Mount Olympus to Earth. Apparently hawk is faster than riding his own lightning) and into a random enemy king which helped him to get laid with the queen. Seriously, where’s all the zipzap lightning? I mean, yeah there were some lightning and thunder that your very presence made them in the sky but dude, you could have actually, you know, zapped Hades, or anyone you like (or in fact, hate) into dust. But you chose to be weak and gay for human love – which is amplified by the gayness of your costume and your friend’s as well.

Perseus? Percy Jackson was way cooler with his tsunami-ish power. If I wanted to look at raw fighting movies, there are plenty of schoolboys fights videos in YouTube which are way better. Nevertheless, Sam, I liked you in Avatar. Not this unfortunately. Not your fault. We all know whose is it.

There are other stuffs that I don’t like about the movie, which is plenty. Suffice to say that as soon as the movie ended, we walked out of the cinema and went straight back into the queue to buy tickets for another movie – just to wash off the stupidity of the movie – which we went and watched How to Train Your Dragon.

That movie was awesome. I loved it very much. It neutralized the bodohness of the previous whatever-the-movie-was-called movie and made us very happy and later we went on and had a very happy dinner.

Seriously, go watch How to Train Your Dragon.

And waste your money at the Clash of the Titans.

Whichever sequence you like, it doesn’t really matter.

Dan Brown's Deception Point

I just finished reading Dan Brown's Deception Point - my second completely read novel of all time, and more to come. Well, not that I have grown to attach with this type of literature. Maybe the abundance of time that I currently have opens myself to new things. Nevertheless, I pretty much enjoyed it. It's a good read.

Okay. To review the book with just "it's a good read" is an insult to my hommies Dan and to my own level of writing. Not that I attempted to hint that I'm a good writer. I am, in fact, mediocre but with occasional Pulitzer-quality performance.

Maybe just one or two times.

Anyway, let me start this by telling you what the book is all about. I gonna try this with a football game analogy. Boy, I hope it works.

Politics is the stadium, or perhaps the playing field itself. The players consist of politicians (of course), an intelligence analyst, science people which include space researchers, iceberg nerds, soldiers, etc. I can't reveal all the details of the story is it's just gonna spoil your own experience if you're going to read this later.

But what I like most about this story is that how each of these players played a crucial part in determining the end score results of the game. Sometimes the ball landed on the geologist feet and he then made significant plays that changed the flow of the game. The politicians sometimes were clueless without the ball but apparently the fate of their future was heavily dependent to what's going on at the other side of the field. Occasionally, a small wind gust could help the ball movement around the park to whichever sides that can benefit from it. Every bits and pieces of what's happening around the stadium was significant.

Well, basically that's how I see it anyway. There's a lot more people involved around the story. I mean, well, there's an amazing discovery made by NASA and a lot of people are both benefiting and losing from this world-changing breakthrough. Stakeholders include the politicians (again), private space companies, backed-by-the-government science organizations, and humanity in general. There, a lit bit of information for you guys. It doesn't reveal anything important. I just wanted to make the book seems cooler.

I like this better than the Da Vinci Code. Maybe because it involves things that I like - politics and science. Both together and not individually. Shall I give a star rating?

Maybe 4 out of 5 stars.

My Rotten Brain

The brain rots.

Well, not really rotting as in decaying into smaller pink sponges (that's how I think a brain is like). I have found myself to be significantly inadequate in using my brain to process thoughts - in other words, I'm quite a moron lately.

Well, I don't have specific stories to illustrate the previous notion. It's just that lately I've been thinking and intending to update this blog and every time I tried and sat down to pour my inner gold, my brain drew, well, if its not nothing it's mostly dusts.

I think I read less nowadays. I watch TV less as well.

I have no opinion on anything these days.

I just bought the latest TIME Magazine and today, I just started to force myself to like the intellectual channels on Astro, i.e. Discovery Science, TVIQ, National Geographic, etc. Hopefully, this effort will spark some thoughts and I can start writing again.

Sigh.

I need to go back to Uni quickly. My brain is starting to fatten up.

And as do I.

Siiiggghhh.

Finally, Another Entry

I just finished reading my first novel ever, The Da Vinci Code.

Yes, my first novel ever.

I don't read novels. Well, before this anyway. Apparently my unexpected long vacation has provided me just the motivation sufficient to push me till the last page of the book. I don't think I need to write my own review of the book, as the purpose of this current entry is the very idea of it - reading literature, lengthy one that is.

I started my interest in literature through comic books, and that was back in early 1990s. Hong Kong comics were to me like insulin shots to diabetes patients. I'm not very sure of the effectiveness of the analogy applied but I just wanted to tell you that those comics were very important to me. As I progressed through the beautiful works of Tony Wong's Alam Perwira and Dewata Raya, I then familiar myself with the arts and literature from other countries, Japan (Dragonball, Doraemon) and Europe (Asterix, Tintin). As fancy as I attempted for it to sound, those are just comics, which were immensly distracting and consumed a significant amount of my allowances plus some beggings to my dad.

Was it wasteful?

I often wonder whether I would have benefited more if I substituted Eiichiro Oda's One Piece with John Grisham's The Client? There's this myth that comics are a waste of time and money. Novels, however, are good for you. Or at least reading novels does portray some level of sophistication of yourself - that's what I think anyway.

I just finished The Da Vinci Code. It's just another book. I believe I response better to graphics. Information is better presented in colours and funny lines.

Isn't that a universal thing?

I thought people taught us to use more graphics in our presentations, i.e. Power Point stuffs. Use better colours and designs because people responded better to it. Don't make it dull by filling up the slide with Arial texts on a black background. Why? Because we won't find it interesting. Who would? Uninteresting people, maybe.

Just as they find novels interesting.

Hi

I got nothing.

I Miss Being a Kid

Intan: Haih, cepatnya dah sampai hari Isnin balik.
Bibik: Ya laa, kat sini rasanya hari-hari lalu memang cepat. Kalau kat negara bibik hari tu lalu rasanya lambat sangat.
Intan: Ye ke? Kat negara bibik sekarang tahun berapa?
Bibik: ....
NJB: Intan, sekarang kat Indonesia tahun 1996.
Intan: Oo, lambatnya.
NJB: ....
Intan: Ye ke ni?

My Kids Will Have Super Powers

There’s a number of ways on how I usually start writing an entry, i.e. personal experience, deep observations, retrospection, etc. Recent entries have been mostly of personal matters (well, basically this is my blog so of course it’s personal). Anyway, my most preferred approach is writing an entry off reading some interesting stuffs (my kind of interest of course) from TIME magazines or Reader’s Digests. And today’s entry is of that kind.

Sigh. What a long and unnecessary introduction. In fact, I could have just started it off like this:

There’re a few issues that highlight my interest from one of the recent issue of TIME magazine, i.e. fighting racism in Hong Kong, microfinancing in the US, slaves trade in Africa, Stein’s awesome view on today’s communication, etc. Nevertheless, this entry is aimed to two particular ones that really caught my attention: why genes aren’t destined to us and mm, well, climate change stuffs (gotta be my favourite topic).

Genes.

So, let’s start with genes – it contains the codes for our cells to produce proteins for our body to function – more or less an adequate definition. Darwin said that it takes a series of many generations for the genetic code to change – hence, our great great great great great great great great great great great great great will eventually 100% free from our blood disorders and other diseases.

However, it does not have to be that way anymore. There’s this thing called ‘epigenetic’, which is something that exists in our DNA, that can be, err, altered, I think, if I use the term correctly. Well, basically, the epigenetic thingy can be stimulated so that the following can be done: decrease obesity, reduce risk of short life span, switching off the unwanted diseases, etc. Hence, our children may not have to battle undesirable sickness, obesity and other unwanted stuffs - pretty cool. And owh, by the way, whatever we do, eat or breathe, can affect our future born generations. Both male and female and not necessarily during the pregnancy period – that’s right, even now as you’re reading this.

Come to think of it, pretty soon we can surely add on to our genes with things that we do want, i.e. good health, stronger athletic body, my handsomeness (I shall make it available for public use!), X-ray visions, etc.

Aisey (FCOL for Malaysians, I think. Or is it OMG?), I’m tired. Will continue on to the next issue later. Have a good week!

In Making Friends

Lately I've been spending a lot of time with my sister, the youngest of the siblings, Intan. She's in Standard 2 now - she's going to be 8 this April. Spending time means taking her to school and piano lessons (soon swimming classes), buying her school essentials (for this first few weeks anyway), helping her with her homeworks, go to 7-Eleven to buy Vico, etc.

So, one evening, while helping her with her Mathematics homework, and while she's writing something in her notebook, in a particularly different tone of voice (which meant that she was being a bit serious rather than making another silly joke), she told me something about school - that she doesn't like recesses.

Then a little bit of tears ran down her cheeks.

Hu-oh.

She told me that her close friends (or just one friend? I don't listen really well) are now prefects and they have to do their duties during recess period, which means Intan have to spend her recess time alone. So I ask her about her non-prefect classmates, particularly her deskmate - she said they have their own friends (or she just simply doesn't know. I'm probably just making up the reason because I still don't listen really well).

I was put in a position where I really have to be careful what should I tell her. I mean, making new friends wasn't that difficult for me before (I think). So far in my life, I was blessed with convenient situations or contexts, where making new friends wasn't too hard.

Wait.

It was difficult for me in some situations. Oh well, that is another story.

So I thought, "What would I do in those kind of situation?". Or maybe better, "What would a cool dude do in that kind of situation?". How about a girl instead? How do I know. Do guys make new friends easier than girls?

She didn't stop doing her homework, as in, writing stuffs in her notebook - some of the answers were wrong by the way. Maybe she couldn't focus right. She occasionally wiped off her small tears. It's not like she's really in depress about her small issue, based on the small amount of tears. I didn't say much though. It was a pretty dark-ish kind of conversation. You know, the type where it is slow and has a lot of pauses.

Was she looking for a solution from me or just simply expressing her feelings about this stuff? Well, my laptop was far from my reach - I bet I could google at least a list of possible solutions for this matter.

So, on top of my head, I told her, in a different tone of voice of course (I'm guessing it was the 'full of wisdom' kind of voice), that she shouldn't be bothered by it - I mean this recess issue. I continued, "As long we're nice to all the people around us, nice things will happen to us. Sooner or later good friends will come and spend time with you,". Something like that. Of course in the real script I had to use some Malay words. I don't speak English all the time with my sister.

Anyway, it was a pretty general advice. In a way I thought it wasn't useful enough. Was it sufficient? Should I told her just to try and ask her deskmate if she would want to spend the recess together? What if she rejected her?

Sigh.

I then told her about the wrong answers - for the homework I mean. She corrected it. Made a joke. She laughed. And we moved on.

I hope she wouldn't mind I'm writing her problems out in the public here heheh.

Conscience in Review

Stuff is a New Zealand's media website. It's the homepage for my Firefox browser. There's a column on the middle right of its front page which lists the most viewed articles published (I'm guessing it's updated daily).

Anyway.

The top 3 articles of the day are as follows:

1. Lindsay Lohan in sex tape.
2. Megan Fox stripped for Armani.

and at number 3: NZ powerless to help Haiti.

It's a little bit sad when the viewing priority shown by the public is towards girls stripping off their clothes, either on photograph or in video, above hundreds of thousands of people died of Mother Nature's anger.

Let's spend a few seconds to pray for them. Al-Fatihah.

...

Sadly, I myself, too, went to the first two articles first before I click on the story about Haiti. Sigh.

And oh, at number four: Hugh Hefner is down to one girlfriend. Tragic.

Imagine Me on the Cover

I just found that I misplaced my stack of underwear in my boxes left in Wellington. Consequently, since I arrived home in Bangi about a week ago, I survived with a couple of boxers - it has been difficult for me.

Hence, I went underwear shopping. Exciting.

You know, I'm completely not comfortable with underwear shopping. Men's underwear that is. I was wandering inside Parkson in Alamanda, and there's this section for men's underwear. I'm pretty sure all of you realize the packaging cover of the underwear boxes. Masculine men in their tight underwear.

Who are they targeting? I am very not attracted to the image on the boxes, unless they put a girl next to the guy - in underwear too of course.

While I was browsing the men's underwear section, going through boxes with illustration covers of different naked well-built men in underwear of different ranges: minis, short briefs, full briefs, bikinis, trunks, etc, I just can't help but think that while I was going through this torture, I'm getting gayer by the minute.

Seriously, what's with these ridiculous packaging covers?

Here's a sample:


I would love all future men's underwear to be produced in packaging such as follows:


Where can I find JBS underwear?

Pointless

I really got nothing. I can't think of anything of use to fill up a good entry. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year.

Approaching the New Decade

Coming into the final week of the year, there's a lot of stuffs rushing into mind. I mean, you know, things like:

1. Achievement of the year.
2. Worst humiliation of the year.
3. Most memorable experience.
4. People you spend most of your time with.
5. Things that you miss out.
6. The list of 'what if'.

And so on.

Let us all do that now. One week of retrospection. I'll come back to you soon.

My Academic Life

Here's a little bit of something about the path I've taken throughout my academic life. It's a little bit personal - but stories, great or not, are better off told than kept. I know it's not Oprah-worthy but who knows, someone might benefit from it, and thus, we can learn from the bad stuffs, and the goods in life can be spread. It's pretty much the very purpose of this blog. If you like it, that's great and I hope this blog can bring some useful insights in your life. Otherwise, skip through - it's that simple.

Well anyway, I first enrolled an architecture student in 2005. Everyone did. I mean, here in School of Architecture, Victoria University of Wellington, all first year students have to register into first year architecture before going into separate courses: i.e. building science, interior architecture, landscape architecture, etc. Nevertheless, my intial intention was architecture anyway.

I got into building science in the second year - my second choice. I wasn't really good in my first year. I didn't do that well in my second and third year either. I've to repeat a third year paper which I did in the second trimester of the following fourth year.

Sigh, difficult times. I only have myself to blame. Mixed up priorities and just simply lazy.

I pretty much overhauled my fourth year here. Well, not that I did that great anyway in the two papers that I took in my fourth year, but enough to get myself into the postgraduate honours programme in the following year. I'm guessing my effort in developing relationships with the lecturers helped a bit in my application into the programme. I'm pretty sure I couldn't simply rely on my below average scores to get into that programme.

Nevertheless, my honours year is nothing like my undergraduate years. I was better motivated, better discipline, better hardwork and by the end of the year, I assure you, hardwork pays off - with a pinch of luck. I got lucky with one of the papers and earned myself a better average scores for my honours year - hence, Bachelor of Building Science with First Class Honours.

I'm guessing luck played a greater role than I imagined. I can never find a better group than my classmates during the honours year, a supervisor who was passionate into helping me to reach my goals, a programme coordinator which by far the best academician I have ever met, 'clients' which were extremely helpful for all my selected projects, etc.

The lesson here?

Hardwork pays. Of course, on top of that, we all need a bit of luck and efforts outside the classrooms as well as continuous gratitude to everyone around you and the Almighty God.

And owh, always be happy about everything you do, somehow.

This may not be the best recipe for success in academic life. Nor that achieving good grades is supposed to be the ultimate goal. I am happy because I met many extraordinary people in my honours year and the depth of intellect I have gone through these variety of people. People make things great, and that you can't find solely in your textbooks.

Nevertheless, I am also happy because I have set my mind on these things, and thank God I was rewarded.

Alhamdulillah.

Victoria University of Wellington Graduation Parade.

The Beehive.

Graduates gathering in Civic Square, Wellington.

Speech by the Deputy Mayor of Wellington.

My graduation moustache.

My parents.

If you're still in school, have fun and study hard. If you've just graduated, congratulations. If you're already in the workforce, be prepared because I gonna take yours.

Graduation

I've just finished my Bachelor of Building Science with Honours from Victoria University of Wellington. I did well. I'm happy about it. Graduation events were excellent. Photos will be uploaded soon. Thought I might just give a preview.


Upload here or Facebook?

Towards Another Chapter

Just a short note to remind me to talk about it in the future.

I had a great day. And it's not because of the obvious eventful reasons, i.e. graduation, family and stuffs.

But I shall talk about it some other day - and it's about identity crisis.

In the mean time, it's now approaching to a new year, or decade. Either way, reminisce and prepare yourself for the coming year.

How to Write an Entry

How do I really start writing an entry? I mean, do I have any kind of ritual before I commence into the writer's mode?

This opening would probably work better if someone else asked me those questions. But hey, I need an introduction - an imaginary third party would suffice.

Anyway.

And oh by the way, this may not apply all the time. The concept behind it works as just a general recommendation rather than a strict rule - or something like that, whatever.

So.

Step 1: Find an original work.

It's almost like plagiarism - but no, it's more like a review - in my own perspective - which may heavily influenced by the original work - hence, almost like plagiarism. In other words, I take someone else's work and process it into my own. This ranges from movies, articles, other people's blog entries, books, etc. For example, I found this article a little while back, entitled The 10 Emotions That Will Change Your Life. The yellow-ish (or golden I'm not sure)-coloured phrase means that you can click on it and it will opens a new page - hence, you can read it yourself. Well, by doing so, you have now completed my first step of this process. Now, lets move on.

Step 2: Find an interesting paragraph/section/part of the work.

Well, even a sentence could work. It really depends. What I do here is just that I'm trying to find something that could trigger some thoughts inside my head. For example, there are 10 emotions listed in the article: gratitude, hope, joy, serenity, interest, pride, amusement, inspiration, awe, and love. So, for this step 2, I've selected 'pride' as the interesting section of the work. Why? Because it is my own damn choice. You do your own entry if you don't like it.

Step 3: Develop that particular paragraph/section/part of the work.

This is the part where I explain why the particular part of the work interests me. In this case, the section about 'pride' in the original article, there are two reasons: it is among the short ones, and it is the most intriguing - being it as one of the seven deadly sins.

Here's a sample of the development.

It seems alright to have that sense of achievement about ourselves when we've hit a goal. At times, yes, we can be a little (or very much) smug about it. This is the tricky part. Of all the 10 emotions, pride is the only one is listed in one of the deadly sins. Well, it is a bit more dramatic to refer to stylish phrase such as the 'seven deadly sins' although it is originated from the bible. I'm not sure about in Islam though - I googled and found that there's 70 of them? I think the Quran presents the topic about sins in a different manner compared to the commercially sound 'seven deadly sins' in the bible. Nevertheless, the point is, pride is one the sins - and to where we draw the line to practice a good amount of pride - assuming pride is a good emotion to have?

"We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others,"

By the way, as you can see, in order to develop this section, I also refer to another written work somewhere else. You know, moulding them together. It's like Jack invented sugar and Lokman invented flour, and with those two things, I invented the cake - hence, an original work of my own, sort of.

Anyway, I always like the principle of Wasatiah in Islam teachings. The balance. Don't overdo things. We all know we shouldn't be reckless but don't overdoing it by being a paranoid. We should be understanding but don't be too much of accepting. Pride. Too much of it would lead to arrogance. Being too quiet about it does not benefit others in inspiration of greatness. Our strong presence of greatness liberates others to do the same.

Okay, something like that for a development.

Anyway.

So there's only three steps of making an entry: find a whole frame of picture, pick a spot on the canvas, and develop. I would thought it can be something like 5 steps to a great entry thingy, or something like a recipe - 15g of desire, 200ml of determination, etc. Somehow it becomes this long draggy entry, which doesn't appeal that well even to myself.

Maybe I shall write another one later. Hopefully a better one.

In the mean time, if you're somewhere around 10 years old of age, this may be a useful guide to write, well, anything really - I think. I'm not too sure. If it helps, good. But if it does not and it results to you failing an assignment because of following this crappy guide, well, you've been warned.

Hu-oh Another Film Review

So, what do I have to say for tonight?

I just watched New Moon on cinema today. Total crap. Well, .. not really. That is just rather exaggerated. But it is bad. Just, not that bad. You know, it's like having an extremely cheap chocolate ice cream that you bought from a particularly strange old man with a thick moustache selling out of a strap bag (and not a chiller!) on a sunny afternoon.

...

Maybe that is also an exaggeration. I just want to put that picture inside your head.

But it is a bad movie. Not total bad. Maybe not spending $10 for it. Maybe 26 cents is more like it.

Okay that is also an exaggeration.

My serious estimation would be $1.20, which equals a moderately cheap ice cream.

My only comments, for now anyway, is that the movie should have a lot less of Jacob and Edward and more of Alice and other hot vampire chicks (I'm not that very into Bella). Instead of stripping down Jacob (apparently for gazillion times), please put Alice in a bikini. Instead of slow-motion Edward taking the whole century to walk across the parking lot (and apparently he once flew in nanosecond saving Bella from getting hit by the van in the first movie), please put Alice in a bikini, in slow-motion, with other hot vampire chicks.

Remember Bram Stoker's Dracula? Remember the hot sexy vampire chicks in almost-see-through white sleeping gowns smothering Keanu Reeves? Now that is a good vampire movie. Oh, and also Dracula: Dead and Loving It. Yum3.

Other than that, New Moon is still bad. Over-development of the relationship between Bella and Jacob, under-development of the Volturi (more of Jane and Felix please), Bella is a slut (a vampire, a wolf and then what? Frankenstein?), Edward is a moron (you've lived over a hundred years, please show some sense of intelligence. No wonder you still stay in high school.), Victoria's plot is pointless, Charlie is okay, I thought the bike-riders were described by Edward in the first movie as evil and why didn't that fat guy raped Bella in that empty back dark alley?

Fuh.

Hence, that is my review for The Twilight Saga: New Moon. Nevertheless, I bet the book is good. Unfortunately, I don't read those kind of stuffs.

I'm Still Here

I just remembered.

Four days ago, it's been 3 years since the blog started in November 2006.

After the first year, I thought, "Hey, I'm still here. Blogging seems fit for me. No one else would want to listen to me rambling about nonsense in real life,".

Up to the second year, I found that I've written more frequently, received more responses, better English writings and more serious and sensible contents (presumably). Apparently, I grew more committed to this.

Now, reaching the third year of this blog's life, I just think that it is simply amazing that I'm still here. I haven't done the math yet, but I'm pretty sure the rate of entries has decreased. Not that I was planning to quit (well, sometimes) but I always thought that sooner or later I'd lose all reasons to continue this stuffs.

Maybe I haven't finished yet.

Why?

I'm glad you asked.

Because now, I have a super aim - to save the very human civilization.