Adding another one to the collection of songs I have mangled and mutilated. Juliet The Orange happened to be one of my favorite local acts. It’s a shame the duo decided to disband after their first album which won them Best Local English Album and Best New Local English Artiste awards at AIM 2000. Feeling a bit itchy in the ear this afternoon, I married their Eyelash track with Fort Minor’s Where’d You Go. Standard listening hazard disclaimer applies, but nothing to lose your eyebrows over.
Update (Nov 20): If you downloaded last night’s version, it had its vocals’ EQ set wrongly. It has been corrected and re-adjusted properly now.
Microsoft is acting more and more like an insecure person in a
relationship who doesn’t trust the significant other despite
being legitimately, contractually and functionally bound
already. Trustworthy Computing
indeed. For someone who has gone through much bloodshed and
being dragged in the mud over the last 10 years learning to
tolerate, manage and overcome the quirky behavior of its
Windows operating system from Windows 3.1 to 95 to NT4 to 2000
to XP to 2003 and now Vista (even though in its extremely buggy beta form)
just because most of the software I needed to use are not
available on other platforms, having its homicide inducing Windows Genuine Advantage
call me a cheater/thief despite PAYING for the ORIGINAL product
with my hard earned money is just that proverbial jack that
broke the donkey’s ass! You can count on losing another one, Billy Goat!
I’m definitely switching over
to the other side. Ableton Live
has always been available on the Mac and my email and documents
have all been living on the web the last several months already,
mostly courtesy of Google. Besides, my iPod
will definitely feel more at home than ever.
Get a clue, Microsoft! As someone puts it ever so eloquently
before: “Any sufficiently overcomplicated and laywer-driven
technology is indistinguishable from excreta.”
A little furore
has erupted over one of our local dailies being a tad explicit
than what the “average Malaysian” is usually accustomed to when
it comes to doing the horizontal hokey pokey.
Here’s a dirty little secret about sex: it really isn’t so dirty
after all. The weird thing is, even though it’s natural, talking
about sex still makes some people uncomfortable. But I think if we
work at it, we can get beyond that discomfort and realize that
sex can actually be a comfort. Heck! Sex can even be a cure
sometimes! Now, how do I know all this, you ask? Because no one
understands how important sex is better than someone who isn’t
Male carbon based bipedal life form capable of operating machines that can perform billions of operations per second without bloodshed. Also capable of producing millions of male reproductive cells on a daily basis without even trying.