Shades Of The Office

As I have the chance, I'm uploading the pictures of my office room as promised.

My desk... thanks to the lighting (or lack of it), you can't see it's clutteredness.

Another angle, from behind the computer. I must state for the record that I absolutely hate that computer, with its Pentium II processor, 64 MB RAM and 6 GB harddisk.

Taken from the door looking at the window, which at the moment of picture taking was already nightime, and only gave the reflection of the door (and my shillouette).

A shot taken before from my window at sunset.

I Give Up! I'm Dependant!

I have to admit defeat.
If only I could persuade my Mac to use my Nokia 6585 as a modem, all would be bliss, and eventually I'd sell my Mac and my Windows laptop and opt for a Powerbook (in like, say, 50 years from now). Well... after numerous searches for modem scripts, and downloading the latest OS version (I'm using Jaguar 10.2.8),... it still doesn't work. All the scripts ever invented are all for GSM phones. So it's either I give up all hopes for ever owning a Powerbook, or I start learning Applescript. Man, I don't even have Javascript, one of the important programming languages of my job, pinned down.
So... I'll have to live with dependency on 2 computers, as long as current technology prevails.

Who knows what will happen in the next 50 years...

I Don't Know What To Title This Post

I am staring at the keyboard.
I stop.
What is written on the screen comes directly from what I think, as I do not know what else to think, let alone write.

Today i supposedly the traditionally-called "Harpitnas", or roughly translated to National In-Between Day. A day is usually assigned this strange abbreviation when a workday comes in between a national holiday and the weekend. This week, there were two national holidays in a row, on Wednesday and Thursday, and work on Friday, then the weekend. I kind of predicted that the streets would be emptier than usual, as many might opt to coming late to the office, or not come at all, and nobody would blame them. Instead, near the office, there was a traffic jam on this rainy morning, no less. What caused it?
About 100 meters from my office, there's a flyover that runs over the main road of my office, and about 50 motorcycle riders were parking under that bridge to get out of the rain. Since the sheer number of motorcycles involved, they took up half the 2-lane street, hence causing a traffic jam. I looked at the faces, and nobody thought that what they were doing was at the least odd, let alone feel a bit guilty for causing the mess.

Indeed, the rain was coming in bucketfuls today. Last night, right after karaoke with friends, it was raining so hard that we could hardly see the road, so it was a bit difficult to give directions. And even though when I went off my friends' car and got into the house the whole ritual only took about 10 minutes, I was drenched all the way.

Since I spent most of the day at home, downloading updates and software for my Mac, I dozed off a lot in between fiddling with my iTunes playlist and watching DVDs. At least I got the software properly installed, and now I can start working with my Mac again, and all that done before I headed out to go to dinner and karaoke with friends.

I only managed to fall asleep at 2 am, as I couldn't sleep. Something was missing.

Be That As It May...

Apparently, the sun is up with all its glory today, as it has been since yesterday. Itunes is generously persuading me to sing through my ever-building collection of digital music. It's on shuffle mode, so there's no telling what will play next, and sometimes it plays songs that I have never even heard (such is the size of my digital music collection). My computer is being unusually receptive and empathic by putting on an endless streams of upbeat and energetic songs from whatever genre there may be in the list. The beat goes in line with the spirit of the new day.



I'm using today to search for some modem scripts for my Mac, so it can use my Nokia 6585 as a modem.... I need to do this so I can download the Mac OS updates.



Why?

The other day, the harddisk just crashed, and couldn't be read anymore... and all of my data since 2001 was lost. I haven't really dealt with that right now, but I just went ahead and got a new harddisk and started everything anew. The problem is, I only have the installer for Jaguar 10.2, not the updates up to 10.2.8, so there's a lot of software that I cannot install (hence cannot start working) on the Mac. So far, it truly is only an entertainment centre...



I think that's all I have to say for now. More at lunch later, I'll probably go to Lokananta once some of my downloads are complete.

Gray Streets

The skies outside my window are cloudy, as they often have been lately. It's the rainy season, and so when the wind picks up, the rainclouds come rolling in and execute their sole duty, dropping water from the sky. The colors of the city turn to various shades of gray, places where there are usually spurts of color and life, spoiled by the rays of the bright sun. The tones of the buildings, the sidewalks, and the people merge into variations of gray, blue and the like.

Although the city is located in a tropical area, it is cold inside the building, because of the high-level air-conditioning. The temprature is accentuated by the devoidness of color from outside, and I have to turn on my purposely yellow-colored lamps in my room to give a bit of passion to the walls and furniture. It does a better job than the default fluorescent lighting, which gives everything the whim of inanimaty.

No sounds are coming out of the computer speakers other than new email notifications, nor to I intend to rectify that. Somehow the sombre mood needs to stay in place, and it is ideally accompanied by the sound of silence (plus of course, the standard office background noise).

Through my window, I see the endless stream of traffic, seemingly part of another reality, as when I'm in that stream of traffic, I hear the horns, I feel the heat, and I sense the frustration of the drivers who feel they are never getting where they want to be. I cannot see the drivers now, I feel cold, and I only hear the movement of air from the air-conditioning blower. A new reality sets in, detached from the pressures of ground level.

But what is reality if the facts change time to time? With or without sunlight today, well maybe a little, does the world really seem that strikingly different? Are the colors really faded out, or do my eyes refuse to see their actual colors?

I'm getting up, and I'm making myself a warm cup of hot chocolate, as I have not had breakfast. A little warmth would do.

Rollercoaster Ride

The past few days defy description; other than being really loaded at work, I had no way of telling what was going on or what I thought or felt, as I only had vague ideas myself.

There were meetings, some of official status, some of casual status; there were appointments, some for work, some for pleasure, some for something I really don't know what it signifies.


What I think this morning may differ from what I think later on in the day; it wholly depends on the situation. Even the situations are distorted, as I see them only through my eyes.


I must be hypnotized.

Blame It On My Youth

If, I expected love, when first we kissed, blame it on my youth

If only just for you, I did exist, blame it on my youth

I believed in everything

Like a child of three

You meant more than anything

You meant all the world to me


If, you were on my mind, all night and day, blame it on my youth

If, I forgot to eat, and sleep and pray, blame it on my youth

If I cried a little bit, when first I learned the truth

Don't blame it on my heart, blame it on my youth


as sung by Jamie Cullum