Back to Black

There’s something about black gadgets that makes it hard for me to ignore them.

I got suckered into buying the 8GB version of the iPod Nano, instead of my originally intended 4GB. Because only the 8GB one came in black.

Then I spotted the Asus EeePC 701 at the PC Fair. Oh yes, it came in black too. And now, behold, the trilogy is complete because I now have a black N82.

N82If the phone were alive, I’d imagine it’d be singing a ditty like this:
"I’m too sexy for my owner, too sexy for my owner, too sexy for my, for my colour-challenged owner!"

Since I named my laptop George, my iPod Pedro, then what should I call my phone? I considered calling it Damien (devil’s son, har har) but I know two Damiens. So instead I’m christening it…Damon. Yes, lame, I know.

So what’s so sexy about Damon? Specs-wise, he crams most of what an N95 can do into a leaner, meaner package. Now that does come with a few tradeoffs like a much smaller screen. Otherwise, it’s got one heck of camera – 5.0 megapixels with a superb Xenon flash. If it had optical zoom, this phone would probably give you a great reason to just chuck all your point-and-shoot cameras! Picture quality falls just short of amazing and it does decent quality video (30fps) as well.

Other goodies – GPS, HSDPA, Bluetooth, Wi-Fi…and 100MB of internal memory. Now that last bit might sound like a downer but it supports MicroSD and MicroSDHC so you could just slot in one of those high-capacity cards. Incidentally, the black N82 I got came with the free Snakes game as well as Nokia’s Sport Tracker.

My own personal Black Trinity of devices. I won’t be surprised to suddenly hear voices in the night…who will likely be telemarketers selling me insurance. Who needs denizens from hell when you can hire coldcallers instead?

In Ur Tech News, Stealin’ Ur Thunder

Iphone3gWell, WWDC and the Jobs keynote happened. There are now REAL pictures of the iPhone 3G. And no, I still don’t want one.

Just before I went to bed at night, I was thinking about how inaccessible the iPhone is to blind people. For me a phone with no tactile response just isn’t going to be enough. Yes, it is gorgeous. Yes, the apps are awesome (I love the piano app). But the camera still sucks. It’s still too big. And texting? Don’t get me started.

It is serendipitous that just after I switch back to TypePad, a TypePad app for the iPhone is announced at the WWDC. SixApart now has apps for all major mobile phone operating systems…except for Linux. But my money’s on an Android version coming soon. Or the Android users might just end up going the easier route:
m.typepad.com, anyone?

Yes, a few local users are disgruntled Malaysia doesn’t have it officially available. Well, that’s something you need to bring up with your telcos. Likely due to the large amount of ‘liberated’ units awash in the market, Apple is understandably leery to offer the phone here for standalone retail. Apple fanboys who want the official iPhone will just have to wait for Celcom, Maxis or DiGi to bring it in. Rumours are Maxis are ‘in talks’ but I’ll believe it when it happens.

And my Nokia N95 is going to be swapped out soon. News on that later. Work to catch up on before a lunch meeting.

Starting all over again

"How do you do it?" Irene asked when I told her that, yet again, I was starting afresh with a new blog.

Irene’s the opposite of me in that regard. Through the years, she’s faithfully ported her archives along with her and if she lives to an old age, I have no doubt her blogposts will live on after she passes.

I like a new start, leaving the past behind and just moving on. Because I believe memories will remain where they should – my head and heart. I don’t need pictures or objects of sentimental value. They’re nice to have around, no denying that. The silver ring on my hand and the amethyst pendant I wear are the only sentimental things I cling to; everything else, I could very much live without.

Why start anew again? Well, it seems my past webhost had a severe security breach making me skittish about staying with them. I just don’t have the time and energy to look after my own webhosting account anymore. So I’m traveling light and just hauling my domain name with me to TypePad.

I’ve grown to like Movable Type. I’m just not crazy about the long, winding road to customise it. TypePad’s the comfortable, though slightly pricey, middle road. Someone else worries about the backend and software, all I need to do is pony up the monthly fee. And blog.

TypePad makes it easy so I don’t need to muck with script and though it’d be nice for my TypePad Plus account to give me more customisation options, I can live with what it offers me. So onwards to new blog horizons and a return to blogging on TypePad.

I am

This has been going around the web so I might as well give it a go.

I am the woman who is addicted to pain.

I am the woman with an inner reservoir of stored tears, that never seems to dry.

I am the woman who has only 30 people in the world she gives a real damn about.

I am the woman afraid of dreaming, because the dreams she remembers are prophetic.

I am the woman as wary as a cat around strangers but once she knows you will love you like a dog would, trustingly, unreservedly, unabashedly.

I am the woman who drinks at clubs to justify the way she dances – when she would move that way sober. 

I am the woman who writes because she knows it is her calling.

I am the woman who stands longingly at death’s door but knows it will not open for a long while yet.

I am the woman who believes in angels and screams at God.

I am the woman touched with madness, cursed with idealism and blessed with objectivity.

I am the woman who will love you whether you want it or not, and who will flee once you get too close.

I am the woman who forgives but can never forget. 

 

Going down

It’s weird.

Things are going pretty well.

But all the stuff going on makes me just want to run and hide. The hermit in me is screaming to be let alone.

Yet I know that I need to be in the world, not hiding on the fringes. I have to get out of my own way before I can keep walking.

Makes me think of all the people I know who trip themselves up before they reach the finish line – sometimes it’s bad luck, sometimes it’s just a reluctance to let change happen.

Things are going to change and I’m just going to grit my teeth and deal with it.

Work-in-progress

I’ve been spending a lot of my weekends in bed. Not sleeping (Wish I were) but reading, surfing and rethinking what I’m doing, where I’m going.

I remember once reading that one of the greatest powers you have is the power to change your mind. There are some convictions I have that will always hold but everything else? I reserve the right to be as flighty as I want to be.

For once, I stayed put at my job instead of putting my foot out the door. But I think by almost leaving, I made a point to myself and to my colleagues. I have the choice to go or stay, and whatever I choose there’s going to be a damn good reason behind it.

I learnt more about myself. I learnt more about what I want from my job, from my work, from myself. This job is important in that it pays my rent and gives me lots of opportunity to practise my writing. Apart from that, everything else I want from my life, I need to make time to do. Outside of work.

So it’s that dreaded P-word: priorities. What I want to do, what I don’t really need to and what I really dream about doing.

Dreams don’t die, unless you let them. And mine, like my ideals, are keeping me up at night.