What Planet Are You From?

This is from a quiz i tried out a while back, but didn't have time to upload to the blog...

You Are From Neptune

You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability. You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea. Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion. You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone. If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything.

What Planet Are You From?

Um.... I don't even know what to comment on this one. Just try it out.

Off To The Battleground!

Today, I got together with my former high school friends and went to a place called Brigade 3234 in the Gunung Putri area, West Java. What is this place? It's a battleground. A battleground for paintball games; and we sure had a lot of fun!



After a briefing on how to use the weapons, basic rules of the game and so on, and divided us into 2 teams, we were given uniforms, masks, helmets, and our weapons... and off to the battleground we went! The first session was 'take the enemy's flag'; and after a brief strategy session, our team effectively took the enemy flag with the home base safe from attack. The second session, there was no flag-taking, just basic kill-em-all, with anybody with the paintmarks having to get out of the game. I took a hit early, and got out of the arena, but apparently there was no paintmark, so I went back in, unfortunately for an early demise as well. Oh well, so much for playing soldier.



After that, some of us went for a swim at the pool in the complex, and then we all ate sate kambing at Sentul, before heading home. I crashed by Yadi's place, as my friends dropped me off near his house, and quickly dozed off before tagging along him and a roomate for some dinner. I didn't eat, as I had so much sate kambing.



I must say, the paintball game was really fun, and I'd love to do it again sometime. All in all, I had a pretty refreshing weekend. Tomorrow, back to the boredom... or hecticness.

Gadgeters

After spending Idul Adha with my parents, I hitched a ride back to my place Saturday noon, and not 5 minutes upon arriving, I put everything down and went to Vira's place, because I had to transfer some old data from my Palm Desktop program to my Outlook program, and I had to use her PDA to do that. Her PDA, which is still technically mine :D.



So yes, over the process of the last 2 weeks, I sold my trusty Palm m515 to Vira, and finally got a second-hand Sony Ericsson P900. Why second-hand, do you ask? I got a good deal, the condition was still good, and I got a bonus of 2 memory cards and the card reader. These things have been very useful so far; in fact, the photos on the previous post about my trip to Bali were taken by the P900. To top things up, my ancient digital camera, which is cumbersome to carry around practically... has the same picture resolution as my new phone. So... perhaps, once I get the CF card reader from Sacha, which she has been borrowing for some time, I am going to give the camera to my parents (which should be easier for them to use, as Dad now has a computer running Windows XP). Which brings us back to the main story.



So afterwards, I had lunch with Vira, then went to Sacha's place, as we planned to go to Ambassador Mall, a mall filled with stores selling virtually everything, and with 2 floors with lots of electronics and handphone stores. As you might gather, a favorite place for me. Sacha wanted to upgrade her phone firmware, but as it took a while, we had a few hours to wander around. So, we thought it would be best if she started to ask around about memory card prices, for use with her PDA, a palmOne Zire 72 (one of my favorites). Eventually, she bought a 256 MB SD card with the card reader, so she could use the memory card both as external memory for her PDA (for listening to MP3s, for instance) and a USB flash drive; thus making her use of the CF card and card reader she borrowed from me useless, and returnable to the owner. Afterwards, her phone was ready with the new firmware, and then we went to her office so I could see what was wrong with her Palm Desktop program (which I fixed in about 5 minutes).



I'm pretty happy and satisfied with my phone, albeit that I seem to have some trouble transferring the Palm Desktop data to Outlook, with the issue unresolved until now. I still have some backup data on the Mac, as the data on the laptop seems to have disappeared, but I'll deal with that later. I can always grab the data from the office computer anyway. Otherwise, it's a good phone, with all the uses I need, and I just need a to work out a few quirks.



Vira is getting along fine with her PDA, which I have already given to her awaiting payment, as I wanted to detach my dependence on it, and Sacha is entering deeper into the world of gadgets. I'll be teaching Bluetooth uses soon to Vira. Looks like the PDA, or gadgets in general, has become more popular and acceptable in today's world, whereas when I first used a PDA, a Palm m100, in 2001, hardly anybody knew about PDAs, and tended to be a 'geekish' or 'male' trend or interest.



Now.... I'm setting my sights on a simple Ipod Shuffle.

A Furlough To Paradise (Or Something Like It), Part 2

It's been a really crazy 2 weeks, and I have not been able to update my blog; now it's a long weekend, and finally I have time to breathe... so here it is:

I went to Bali for a business matter, a partner company launching a product, and so me and a couple of other friends from other companies were also there. As the event was only on Friday afternoon, we had the whole Friday night and Saturday to go around Bali, sightseeing and shopping (not that I bought much).


A much-needed break from routine.

A Furlough To Paradise (Or Something Like It), Part 1

It's been almost a week since my last post. Earlier in my blogging days (which was only about 3 months ago), that would have been strange. Now, work at the office is really picking up speed, especially last week, where I had to chase a lot of stuff to the finish, and didn't have time for updating my blog; and I was too tired when I finally got home to post something from home. You see, it's not that I'm spending tons of time at the office, but last week was filled with a lot of get-togethers and the sort, leaving me with hardly any time to update the blog.


Now that I'm feeling the usual "holiday lag" or "Monday laziness syndrome", I thought I might as well post something to clean up the information overload in my brain.


So, last week, everything was a little bit more hectic than usual because I had to finish everything by Thursday. Because, on Friday, I had to go to Bali! Finally, a chance to go to the so-called "Island of Paradise" or "Island Of The Gods". And what a fun trip it was...


More on the trip later, maybe later today or tomorrow morning.

Breaking Promises

I broke a long-standing promise last week. I promised something to someone, which in the end I gave to someone else. The decision was more based on practical purposes, as the second person involved needed the object in dispute more. But still, the first party was pretty pissed, as the first party wanted it more than mere practical values.



I guess that makes me a bad person.

But you know what I think? It's about time I did something bad. Trying to be a good person all the time tires the heart. Because you can never make everybody happy.

Hold That Thought

I feel weird.


I don't think I've ever had to go through what I have gone through today, and the day is not over yet, apparently. I am not sure what it is, but judging from what I feel, what I think, and the sensations going through me, I'm pretty sure I've never felt this before.


What is it? I can't even begin to try to break donw the components, to try to analyze what's going on.


In some ways, as human nature tends to do, I hate it, because I do not recognize it. In some other ways, I like it, because it's like a drug you've never tried before, and you're getting the first pang of kicks.


This post must be really surreal and ambiguous. Because I really don't know what I'm writing about myself.