Work It, Dawg!

Go, little dog, go! And after that, a couple of sit-ups would do the trick. How could anyone hate dogs. hmm?

BlackBerry? More Like BleaughBerry!

Ah yes... my first post in... I don't know how long. Down to business, I'm sick and tired of seeing BlackBerries everywhere! I can understand if you're the big kahuna or even just an ordinary employee in some major company whom everybody is looking for 24/7. But, high schoolers and college students??? No fucking way! What the hell is wrong with their parents? They don't use it for anything else other than chatting / updating their status on Facebook. That's really pathetic. Ah yes, status. I despise people who buys stuff just to swagger their status. Buying BlackBerries to show the world that you're higher than the crowd just shows that you're compensating for something. People can be so ludicrous sometimes. All I'm saying is people should not buy such an expensive device if they aren't going to OR able to use it to its full potential. Status seekers and people who doesn't understand the value of money (as in its not their own so fuck it!). Those are the kinds of BlackBerry users that I look down on.

Even Pets Have More Self-Control Than You and Me

These pets show the world that their self-control are on a whole different level. Now, how do we teach this to humans?

The iPhone Nano

The new iPhone Nano. Multi-touch, accelerometer, bluetooth, wi-fi, but no camera. Just a wee bit larger than the latest iPod Nano. Talk time: 4 hours on 3G, 10 hours on 2G. Stand by time: up to 240 hours. Internet use: 4 hours on 3G, 5 hours on wi-fi. Video playback: up to 6 hours. Music playback: up to 24 hours. , Just $350 for the 8 GB model and $450 for the 16 GB model. Why is it more expensive than Apple's ubiquitous iPhone? Cos it's unlocked, that's why!!!

Ah, if only all that were true. But if Steve Jobs turns out to be a genie of some sort, this concept would be my first wish (followed by the iCar and the iPlane). FYI, I used Google Sketchup, V-Ray, and Photoshop. Comments are welcomed.

Welcome to the Land of Copycats

Let's say that there's this hypothetical country where most of the people are always in need of entertainment however shallow or unoriginal it may be. Let's further assume that you got hold of a script, a leading man, and several supporting actresses. You also got a budget that's just enough for everything. So you went on to shoot the movie and finished after two weeks of shooting ('cos if it takes longer than that, you'd have to cut back on the editing guys, thus postponing your long awaited vacation to Europe). 

Now all you need is a poster to promote the movie. You've thought of hiring some moderately creative graphic designers, but nah, those guys are always overrated. Thanks to the undemanding and lenient nature of the hypothetical people, that really isn't a big deal. Using all of your wits and creativity, you managed to Google a perfect Hollywood movie poster that's not that widely used. So you decided to steal inspire yourself and copy adopt it as your own. You don't really feel bad about it, as you've done this before for as long as you can remember. 'Cos in this accommodating hypothetical society, you're allowed to do it as long as you want.

Touchstone Pictures, give 'em hell!

Here's Another Reason Why You Should Love Dogs

Thanks so much, TokyoMango for reminding everyone why they should love dogs.

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Ever wonder what Richard Gere has been up to? I don't, but I am looking forward to seeing his newest film. It's about Hachiko, the famous Akita dog whose spirit resides in Shibuya Station since the 1930s. He was a smart, loyal doggie who lost his owner at the age of 2. The owner died of a heart attack while he was at work, so the dog never knew of his death. So every day for the rest of his life, he sat in front of Shibuya Station in the late afternoon to early evening, waiting for the owner's return. Other commuters soon caught on to what was happening and started feeding the dog and paying him lots of attention.

Hachiko died of heartworm at the age 11 and the ward erected a statue in his honor. Now it's the most popular meeting spot in Tokyo.

After Hachiko died, they found a whole bunch of yakitori sticks inside his tummy. His stuffed body is now on display at a museum in Ueno.

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Marley and Me Goes to the Big Screen

I read the book earlier this year. It's simple and effortless to read (think murakami... now invert it). But that simplicity is also the book's strong point. Then again, no books about dogs ever require a great deal of literary prowess. I liked the book though, partly I guess because I'm a dog lover. So when I saw this trailer, I was beaming. There's a great quote in the movie that sums up why I like dogs: "A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, give him your heart, and he'll give you his." Plain simple, unlike humans.

Superhero!

Someone somewhere probably have posted this before, but just humor me. What do you think is the most insignificant imaginary superhero ever? I'm thinking... Automotive Body Repairman. He'd be able to repair dents on your car, but he needs to recharge his powers for a week after each use. Plus he can't use it for material gains. Do tell me what you have in mind. :)

Me Likey...

Want Oney... .

Infant Propaganda

Can you imagine being in a car with your kids and all they listen to are those repulsive bands you profusely hate and every time you try to change it they throw a manifold of tantrums at you? Wouldn't it be great if your kids share your music genre? Well now you can with a little help of some music CDs and infant propaganda.

"Rockabye Baby!" are lullaby covers of rock bands and popular artists. Among those adapted are Coldplay, U2, the Beatles, Radiohead and Greenday. Now all you have to do is play this every night and they'll surely be... pursuaded to follow in your footsteps. Nothing like brainwashing your children before society does. (***it's for their own good!***)

Thanks to Ms. Madison for the tip.

$199!

I'm having a hard time deciding to be ecstatic or depressed. I should be ecstatic cos $199 is more than reasonable. It's obiously cheaper than most phones on the market but offers a heck of a lot more (I wonder how efficient should a company be to be able to deliver such an advanced technology for what seems to be a fraction of it's total cost). On the other hand, the price of my Touch should have a nosedive right abooouuut.... now.

Only a couple more years till Apple rules the world... and I will be their humble servant. So should you.

The Soap Opera Special - Season 1

1 The apocalyptic news.
Conveyed in a 'by the way' tone sugar coated with an innocent smile that has been clinging on every single hopeful imagination for the past year or so.

2 The crack.
Ever so faint, yet agonizingly loud at the same time. You try to listen to it, but you're listening to silence. You know its fucking real, though. Every fucking crack on your soul.

3 The spontaneous combustion.
You start feeling warm and nothing else. That cold glass you're holding, not a single chill. Then a surge of heat comes in. You can feel it inside. You want it to go away. You beg it to go away. Fat chance, asshole. The heat is now your new best friend, better get used to it.

4 The rubbing. (As in rubbing it in...)
The news, the crack, the heat, those are just hors d'oeuvres, my friend. Then the stories sweeps in... narrated, once again with the brilliantly concealed iniquitous smile. Dear God, those stories. A tale worthy of praises and awards ('mesmerizing and gripping' - The Times). No details left unsaid. Every single word slices and dices their way through your soul (or what's left of it). You wonder how could a person be so oblivious.

5 The endorsement.
Here comes the fun part. You are in f-u-c-k-i-n-g p-a-i-n but guess what, you still manage to give her your best smile. You give your approval. You endorse her newfound Romeo. Even after you arrived home later that night, the "I'm happy as long as you're happy" bullshit slips out your mouth, leaving a painful stabbing feeling in your gut. The classic cliffhanger for a soap opera, the nastiest sensation crafted by God.

To think that you came all the way down there with a bad case of the flu, a bag full of hopes and a fully functioning heart. Yes, Ms. Morissette, it is Ironic. Yes Mr. Boyd, it is a Sick Sad Little World. Cheers, Aristotle. May you rest in peace. Cue 'What a Wonderful World' and fade out.

Note:
Some of you will understand, some of you won't. If you don't understand, be grateful. If you do, hang in there. Somebody someday will stop all this nonsense.

Remember Rocketeer?

I shit you not!

Quote of the Year

"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

Mac MacGuff

The Good Old Days

Remember back then when we were young? :D

The All New iPhone

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The Perfect Soundtrack For...

Acoustic guitars, gentle rythms, sensible drum beats, the occasional piano notes and an everyday voice: the perfect recipe for an easy listening album. Jack Johnson's style is so undemanding that you'd be listening through his newest album without a single touch of hesitation. 'Sleep Through the Static' is the perfect soundtrack for:
1. Sunday driving.
2. After-hours in the office waiting for the rain to stop, cursing silently on your God given lack of skill to multi-task which naturally makes you extremely focused on one job while at the same time disregarding everything else including bringing your raincoat to work since you're using the friggin motorcycle that day.
3. The long and winding drive home after going on a what-you-hoped-was-a date date with the perfect illustration of God's creation you've secretly fallen in love with for a long time just to be ditched after an hour of apparently-it-wasn't-a-fucking-date date and all the while vowing to yourself not fall down that same old well again though you desperately wished every single call coming out of your cellphone to be from her (while most of it was from work, why God, why!?).
4. Writing down a suspiciously detailed blog entry (mixed with 'Continuum', 'Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings', and 'Parachutes').

Details are meant to be impartial to any of the writer's or his colleagues' past experience.

... or are they?

Nano and Touch for Under 100 Bucks

Do you know that you can buy a Nano in Indonesia for under 30 bucks and a Touch for under 100 bucks? You really can, I swear to God! The only problem is they're assembled in China, designed by Apple in California some surreptitious Chinese company. If plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery, then these guys have no problem flaunting their honesty.

The alleged 2nd and 3rd generation Chinese Nano. Don't expect the scroll wheel to work like the real thing. The less you pay, the less you get. But you gotta hand it to them, the similarity is abundant.

Now for the Touch, what they fail in software and hardware they make up yet again in appearance. The resemblance is uncanny. China, the Xerox center of the world. Mix it up with Indonesia, the authentic land of the free, and you'll see these products in shopping malls. Side by side with their Chinese-Californian counterparts.

The Time (Or Lack Thereof) of Our Lives

My first blog in weeks. Time has definitely become a luxury lately. Wake up, go to work, sleep, repeat. The vicious cycle of the market research work force (and many other out there, I'm sure). Life outside the office is close to non-existent. The same goes for the pay. Why am I here, I wonder from time to time. Beats the hell out of me. All I know is that this particular job is a natural predator for social lives and relationships (even for the ones you're not in yet and hope to be in). I don't hate my job. But I detest the time demands.

How to Fix a Scratched CD Using Toothpaste

Great stuff!