There’s life outside of this blog

The good thing about not having your own computer is that it forces you to go do things other than ‘computing’.

I’m very happy that I’ve been loaned a notebook to use for work, which there seems to be more of, until I get back on my feet, get some cash, and buy myself an iBook. Or a Powerbook. Because they are nice.

Why I like Apple Computers
Them Apples are nice computers

Surf stop: Madame Chiang
iTunes party shuffle is playing a copy of: How Deep Is the Ocean – Ella Fitzgerald – Quiet Now: Ella’s Moods, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music

Push button commentary

Straits Times Interactive finally spells my URL right.

If you’ve just come over from STi, welcome. All two of you.

This is an ‘online diary’, this blog. Keepers of such online diaries ‘can wax lyrical about anything they want’.

So hor, you suck! All of youse!

Quite lyrical hor?

‘Few policies and political happenings escape the sharp eye, keen debate – and acidic criticism – of blogs’. don’t have such buttons leh. Press here click there, still haven’t caught these policies and political happenings.

Maybe I’ve to ‘migrate’ this blog to WordPress or Movable Type. mrbrown tells me that WordPress has a ‘Politics’ button and a ‘Policies’ button. Movable Type even has a ‘What blogs are saying about me’ button.

I’ve tried out these other blog engines before and tried pressing these buttons, but the chio bu pictures disappeared.

Now, I don’t want that to happen to this blog.

You don’t want that to happen either.

Surf stop: Still spoyr lah, cheebye!

iTunes Party Shuffle has no music because notebook spoyr, ungderstang?

Must. Get. Away.

“Come, find my friends,

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die

It may well be the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles”

Tennyson, Ulysses

Tioman 2002
My Happy Isle


There were so many bloggers at Hideout tonight that when I was looking worse for wear from an increasingly annoying stomach ailment and tiredness, one of the Sarongpartyfrens asked if I was ill, and that if I were, and if it were contagious, he’d have to kick me out of the place. Because he was afraid the whole Singapore blogosphere could be struck down with illness.

In other news, I am very, very, very tired, and quite ill. So it wasn’t ‘quiet confidence’ or ‘aloofness’. It was ‘my stomach is in the third washing machine cycle’.

The notebook’s totalled, so I’m typing this directly into blogger instead of using an offline client. No surf stops, no iTunes info.

This post is brought to you courtesy of a five year old Celeron with a dodgy keyboard.

Tioman 2002
Break coming up, and this is where I want to be