Sunday, July 31, 2005

Blogger

Wow this blogspot thing is amazing. Figuring out how it works is amazing. It provides so much freedom to customize my page. I don't intend to make it flashy or anything but I want to make it feels like home as possible.
1. Just added a web-counter today.
2. Still figuring out the codes for colour in html.

Damn, my cats and dogs diseases exam is tommorrow.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Coming to Terms

Well I would say UPM sucks in this internet censorship thing. Why would they censor friendster? Out of all the internet sites to censor the last thing you would expect was friendster. Actually the frst site that got censor in way back was hackers.com and now friendster. Jeez

Now I would be based here. I still need to figure how thing works over here. How to upload pictures and stuff.

Just read something nice today and I thought I share it with you guys..



The Speech of Angels by Sharon Maasan
excerpt from the book on silence.

I did not mind the silence, infact, it was a relief because most of the time people seem to be under the obligation to spout words, no matter how meaningless, just so that there is no gap in the conversation.

I never feel such a duty, which makes them uncomfortable im ny presence. That's when they start asking questions, and I know they are speaking just fot he sake of speaking and don't really want to know anyhting, so I keep silent, which makes them even more uncomfortable.

Mama used to hate silence. But Dean didn't mind silence, so we walked companionably together, and when he did start speaking on the little lane, it was no problem for me to respond, because in the silence before, our minds had mingled and harmonized themselves, so that now, conversation was an effortless flow. It was a companionable silence. Each of us comfortable with our own thoughts and yet aware of the other's presence - at least, I was now aware of him and glad that he was there.

That's why people talk. This somehow makes sense.
Exams on Monday and Tuesday and still I procrastinate. I'm guilty for sabotaging myself.

Here's something great to do if you have curtains..