Showing posts with label boredom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boredom. Show all posts

Friday, 21 October 2011

All the phones I've ever owned...

Just finished browsing through a blog post on one of my favourite web design blogs. ( The Evolution of Cellphones)

Decided to compile a list of phones I've ever used since the first time I ever saw a cellphone, up until right this very moment.

Let me begin...

1997-ish
Motorola

This phone from Motorola was the very first cellphone I ever held in my hands. EVER! Back when the SIM card was like a phonecard that you had to slide in at the back of the phone. I still remember that it was a Vodacom number.
I remember my amazement when my grandfather came home with this phone that didn't have a cord, and had a screen like a calculator. It was some futuristic stuff. I remember the first thing we did was call our landline phone. Just to see if it actually was a phone. Good times.

The legen... *wait for it* ...dary Nokia 5110. (brand new)

The first phone I was ever bought. The very first phone I ever owned. I'm sure I'm not the only one. :) I loved playing Snake on this mammoth of a machine!
When those screen personalising things first came out, I was the first one to have it back in high school. I had NoFear on it, and later had BadBoy. Had to remove the BadBoy one though, because it was during that part of my life when I was heavily into 2Pac and Hit 'Em Up and all that, so yeah...
Also when custom ringtones came out, I was there!!! :)

Nokia 3210

My dad had this phone. Playing Snake on it was so much more rewarding because it vibrated every time the snake ate something. Also, it had better ringtones and NO ANTENNA! This was revolutionary!

Nokia 6150
After the 5110, I upgraded to the evolutionary 6150. Was pretty much similar to the 5110, but had a slimmer battery. And infra-red - which I never used. But I had it, and hey, that was something worth bragging about. Got it from my dad after he upgraded to the revolutionary 3210. So it had sentimental value. Kinda.


This is also the first phone I ever lost. I was climbing into a taxi, must have fallen out then. Worst feeling ever! Since then I've been very protective of EVERYTHING electronic! EVE-RY-THANG!

Nokia 3310
(brand new)
The came... The greatest phone to ever do it! The best phone ever made, in my opinion! I'd buy this phone if I ever saw it sold anywhere! IN A HEARTBEAT!

My Snake playing days were filled with even more awesomness than ever before! The snake could eat other bonus "fruit"! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING?! Fruit! That was a game-changer right there! I could basically "snake" through walls! I don't think you're hearing me.

This phone also came with an astonishing amount of memory for SMSs and call records. The old limit of 5 calls were a thing of the past. This one had 8! Do you have any idea how many missed calls that is?! That's right... EIGHT!!! The SMSs were also not limited to 160 characters like all the other phones I had owned before.

This was the second phone brand new phone I ever owned since the 5110. So I treated it extra nice. Wiped it clean before going to bed. It was special.
Had to give it to my grandmother because she didn't have a phone at the time.

Nokia 3510
Also inherited from my dad. I never really liked this phone. Sure it had a colour screen and orange flashing lights when it rang, but still. Nothing exciting! And it was heavy as a ton of bricks! Compared to my trusty 3310.


Samsung SGH-R220
(brand new)
After leaving high school, I wanted a phone that no one else had. Everyone I knew pretty much had the 3310 or some other Nokia phone, so I was looking for something special. I liked that it had blue backlighting and that you can assign an LED light to a contact. Not that I ever checked the light first before answering, because I could assign my own ringtones to people now. *pause for effect*
Did you get that? I had a phone that could MAKE ringtones. Another 1up on Nokia users at the time.

Motorola e398 Jukebox

Soon as I got myself a job, the first thing I did was get myself a phone. And that phone had to reflect the new me. The more grown up me. So I got me this..

Which I still have, to this day! Still works too. :) I loved the super loud stereo speakers it had, and that it was called a "Jukebox". A name it lived up to every time it rang! People around me hate its loudness, but I beamed every time music played from it!

When my contract was due for an upgrade, I went back to the Nokia side of things. The greatest Nokia phone since the 3310. The 2MP Carl Zeis camera was what made me love the phone even more than it's 2GB memory card.

I used every single feature this phone had. From video calling, to video recording, to emails, to everything else in between. I miss this little black number! :'(
Nokia N73 Music Edition

It's a pity that after two years of trusty service delivery from this small wonder, the screen stopped working, but I still used it regardless. At some point I was taking pics without even needing to preview them. I was one with this phone.

While waiting to get another phone, I bought myself a small "I'm-between-phones-right-now" phone, in the form of...

Nokia 1100
A lot of people had this phone, for different reasons. Some used it as an alternative phone, for when the super fancy smartphone had a low battery, or one they could use for other people to reach them on. Clearly I was now part of this elite society. Only downside is that I didn't have an alternate phone. This was the only phone I had! But my excuse was that I was in the transition phase, from button phones to touchscreen.

And indeed I was. While everyone was getting excited by the many many buttons on the Blackberry, I was more focused on getting a phone with the least buttons as possible.

After seeing an HTC Touch for the first time, I knew I had to have it.

Then while I was still trying to figure out if I was really ready for a button-free lifestyle, the Touch Diamond came out.

At that very moment, I knew I was ready!

So this is the phone I'm using right this very moment.
HTC Touch Diamond 2
Has so many features, at one point you can't believe!

It's like having two phones in one.
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Thursday, 7 October 2010

"Undisclosed amounts of awesome!"

That's my thing from now on.


This blog is filled with undisclosed amounts of awesome!
Done.

I'm sick and tired of the news feeding us with propaganda (big word right there) about robberies involving undisclosed amounts of cash, or jewellery or whatever. I'm sick and tired. Sick. And. Tired.

I mean, what's so wrong with disclosing the said undesclosed amount? How's that gonna change anything? Is it gonna attract more robberies because they'll know have a budget to work on? Will it advertise how much of whatever is at the said location at any given time? Who knows? (don't answer that).

So based on those very very valid questions, I've decided that everything I that's worth measuring, is going to be undisclosed. Be it money, coffee, sugar, sex, milk, water, fun, rain... EVE-RY-THING! EVE-RY-THING? EVE-RY-THING!!!

Here's a quick example -

Random guy: Hey, MX, how cool was that party last night???
Me: Maaaan, that party was filled with an undisclosed amount of
coolness!!
Random guy: *walks away confused*
Do I care? Nope! Couldn't be bothered in the least bit! Bottom line is, I did what had to be done! It's called brand reinforcement!
Do you think Trey Songz ever gets tired of sayin "Yuuup!"? I doubt it. Well, maybe he does, but does that stop him from saying it on every other song? Not a chance! He's got other musicians wondering what undisclosed amount of awesome they can add to their songs to make the people pay attention. Look at what Ludacris does... he says "Luda!" just before most of his verses. Reason? In case you're not sure who's coming up next. At least that's what I think.

Now let's redirect the focus back to me again. It's my blog after all.
Say for instance I walk up to a guy giving out free samples of yogurt (or whatever) and he asks me, how much I'd be willing to pay for such an awesome product. I'ma just look him straight in the eye and say... "an undisclosed amount!" ...and walk away... samples in hand.
That's how I roll! I'm hitting you with undisclosed amounts of awesomeness from now on. (see what I did there?)
Hope you ready!

*Yuuup!

*used without permission. Please don't sue me, Trey!
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Tuesday, 16 February 2010

27Degree Update

27Degrees Clothing
Hmmm...

Where to begin...?

Been gone so long. Haven't been blogging for a while. I guess not having my own internet access is yet another hurdle I have to jump over sooner or later.

First it was not having my own PC to blog on whenever I wanted. Got that sorted. And now it's the internetlessness issue.

Anyway, I didn't come back on this blog to complain about my lack or resources. But rather to update you. Yes you, the reader about what I've been up to.

So, let me be the very first one to announce that my days of boredom are a thing of the past.

And by past I mean a very very long time ago. Over eight months ago actually.
You see, last year in June I started a clothing company called 27 Degrees Clothing. Wasn't as hard as I thought it was gonna be. Didn't expect so much support from a place where I didn't know even one person.

This is basically how it all started.

I had this brilliant idea of starting a t-shirt line combining all the popular t-shirt brands that are already available out here in South Africa. I took inspiration from up-and-coming brands as well as well established labels. Everything from AmaKipKip, to IMAKOOLKID to even the smallest of the small brands that seem to be popping up everywhere.
I studied most of these brands, learned from their successes and failures. Took what worked from them and adopted it into something that'll suit my style and my target market. I can safely say this has yielded great results for me.
I may not be where I wanna be yet, but I'm most definately on the right path towards that dream.

The main idea behind starting this company was to provide a way for people to represent where they're from. Using area codes together with the name of the province, was an effort to take wearing a tshirt a step further than it having just a name and no other interesting element to it.

I also created a website to go with the clothing brand (http://www.27-degrees.com/). I wanted to have a platform where I can interact with my customers and allow for total transparency in case somebody wants to get through to me and doesn't know how to, or where to go. Hence the reason the website is not only a way to show off the latest designs, but functions primarily as a blog for the company.

Though the brand is still small, I'm proud of how far it has come in the short time that it has been around.

Having gone from just one Facebook page with only one fan (me) to having an estimated total of over 463 fans spread out over 3 pages. With well over a 500 t-shirts sold in 8 months... the best is yet to come.

And basically this has been the one thing that has taken up most of my time, money and energy.

The plan for this year is to basically get the brand recognised throughout SA. Even if you don't know what it's about or why it exists, as long as you recognise the design. Then that's all that matters to me.

For more details on the brand feel free to go through the official 27Degrees website or check out the pictures on Flickr.




012 Gauteng on Facebook



013 - Mpumalanga on Facebook

See y'all later!
:p
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Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Lunch break in your car!


I just don't understand this.


So it's lunch time right, and you're feeling a bit hungry coz you may have skipped breakfast for some reason...


That's all good and well.


When the clock strikes 1pm, the only thing on everyone's brain is... foood. Nobody cares if they're supposed to be recieving an important email. Everybody can't wait to throw the world famous rhetorical question: "...can we do this after lunch?".


Which is understandable, I mean we are after all entitled to at least one hour's lunch every day.


Everyone goes their own separate ways; and cliques everywhere get together to strategise on eatery to invade.


But there's always that one guy (yes, it's usually a guy) who's always spinning his car keys around his index finger as he heads towards the parking lot. If it wasn't for the lunch box under his arm, you'd think he was headed somewhere to grab a serious bite. But no!

He's not going anywhere. He's just going to his 'special place' where he's far from any sort of distractions as he munches away merrily at the contents of his favourite lunch box.


I often wonder what makes guys do this...


I've basically concluded that it's probably because the food is just so crappy, you don't wanna be subjected to comments from your colleagues and random onlookers for eating stuff they can't immediately identify.


Either that, of your wife (of whoever prepares the food for you) doesn't know her pots from her pans, so your food is always a surprise when it comes down to the eating part. So you'd rather be suprised in the privacy of your own automobile. LOL!


If it's none of those then you're probably one of those weird people who hum while eating or you make scary sounds that you can't explain.


If not that, then you share your office with people that never go out on lunch so they're forever trying to make irritating small talk about everything that's happening on their computer screen.

You know those people? Who talk no matter what. Even if you have the phone to you ear, they insist on saying something to you. If they see you're clearly busy on the line, they make hand signs. (I hate those people)


Anyway. Whatever your reason is for not eating in public is, I'm sure you have a very reasonable exuse for that. It probably reasonable to you only anyway.


Please don't think we're weird if we stare into your car trying to figure out if it's being stolen or not.


Come to think of it. Your eating in the car is actually a sure-fire way of ensuring that no one cares if there's an unknown person fiddling around under your steering wheel...


Have you thought about that??
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Wednesday, 13 May 2009

I was having a good day until...

Today started off ok.

Was working at a killa pace, until I decided to take a tehno-break and go wandering off into cyberspace.

First, I wanted to check where my blogs were standing on Afrigator.co.za when I realised my position had dropped dismally for both my blogs (this one and SkinArt). tehPaperCut (the one you're reading this on) has dropped from #669 a while ago (can't remember when last I checked) to #2107 in South Africa.

To make that even worse, I was welcomed by a big-ass banner ananouncing how I had missed nominations for this year's BlogAwards.

Like I said, today was off to a good start until I realised one thing; I don't blog as much as I used to. But can you blame me? I have around five websites that I have to work on at least on a daily basis. Prioritising has kicked my other personal stuff down to the very bottom of this here list of five.
Add to that designs I do on the side and for work. My 16 hour days are just not long enough. :'(

I'm more torn up by missing the BlogAwards than dropping to #2107. :'(

This clearly shows that I had very little to do at my other jobs if I blogged as much as I did.

This could be seen as a good thing, but I'm a bit undecided on that one...

I gotta get back on top of my game, there's no other way!
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Friday, 13 February 2009

Friday the 13th

Happy Friday the 13th!
tehPaperCut Designs - All cracked up and nowhere to go...
Just in case you didn't know... I don't beleive in any sort of superstition.
Bye.
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Monday, 6 October 2008

Hello "Caller"!

WTF!?!

What the hell's the point of callin into talkshows and radio stations and insist on remaining anonymous?

I mean really now... by simply calling into the damn thing makes you anonymous. You can tell them your name's Joseph and they wouldn't give a dime or a damn. I don't even know why these talkshow people bother asking people's names. What do they do with those names? Nohing. That's what. Absolute nothing. Zilch zero nada niks fokol! The don't even say your name more than once after you tell them (unless is to shut you up coz you keep going on and on about something you don't know shit about but just ramble on about it regardless... eish!) anyway... where was I?

Oh, yah... names. What's the point of being anonymous where there's a chance that even if your name happens to be Lerato from Bloemfontein. Do you have any idea how many Lerato's there are in Bloem? Don't just sit there... do you? I'll tell you... A HELLUVA LOT! That's how many. And you think you're protecting your identity by opting to remain anonymous over the phone in disregarding that the show has millions of listeners... shame. Poor you.

I fail to understand how people's brains work sometimes...

Shout-out to Anonymous from Kimberly. I don't blame you dude, with you guys being the poorest province there is that risk of somebody recognising your voice and of course your name. Just in case your name is Alistair or something... God only knows ho many of you guys are out there... say... 20-ish.

LOL

sorry...

I'm bored.
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Friday, 19 September 2008

Money maker



Mr. Money


I've recently decided I'm gonna start making dollar bills. The interest rate is killing me, maybe I can get a real deal from the Rand/USD exchange rate.

Yeah.

:P


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Friday, 25 July 2008

/*/ untitled /*/

Now, first off... I wanna get one thing clear.

We all don't have a lot of time on this here planet. The fact that you've lived as long as you have has nothing to do with anything except the fact that your time just hasn't come yet.

It has nothing to do with the fact that you take a shower twice a day, say Grace before every meal, you bruch your teeth, floss, then Listerine three times a day. Or the fact that you have wear rossary and have one hanging on your head-board in your bedroom. You know, the one you either always hide in the drawer and are even ashamed to look at during sex? Yeah, that one.

All that has absolutely nothing to do with how long you'll live and have lived so far.

Bearing that in mind, living on the edge will also not guarantee that you'll actually die of something. I mean like how people are so scared of bungee jumping or skydiving or anything that has even the slightest element of death in it.

People die in their sleep all the time!

There's probably one that just died after I put the exclamation mark on the sentece above. My condolences.

So I really don't understand why people would want to spend their weekends or vacations. [Or whatever excuse they use to get away from work]. Doing the following: (1) Travelling all the way to Italy to look at where some dead guy used to live. (2) Talking at least 4 hours out of their day to walk up a small hill; admire the vista then walk all the way back again. I mean WTF!?

All these things don't really mean much to me.

I'm more of an event kinda guy. I want to go somewhere to do something that I've never done before. Either that or go somewhere and be part of something that has either never or is the beginning of something.

Take for instance, going clubbling. I don't really do the whole club hopping thing. I'd rather go to the club when I'm gonna go see something special. Like for an album launch or something, or a club's last gig before it closes. Quick examples: I was at DJ Fresh's Definition of House 2 album launch, I was there when a club called Times4 was moving from Hatfield to Sunnyside.
I've only been to Times4 once since. To see this guy!

I don't understand people who do something that's just gonna go be engraved in peoples' minds forever. Another quick example: I'd much rather go to a rare art exhibition than just go to the Pretoria Art Museum [which is not too far from where I live] for the hell of it.

If walking in open spaces and looking at beautiful scenes is your thing, then by all means go for it.
I don't have anything against God's wonderful creations, but let's just say I'd rather see something rare, and not something I probably grew up around. This is South Africa forgodssake! I'd much rather go see God's Window or go to the Drakensberg, or Sutherland or some place where I'll actually see something wonderful. Something like the Niagara Falls or Victoria Falls or even Ratunga Junction or something.

I'm just saying, I'd rather go clay pigeon shooting than wine tasting. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against wine. I love my wines with a passion, I'd just rather shoot something than taste wines. Easy as that.

I don't wanna spend the little time that I have in my life climbing useless hills. I'd rather live my life LIVING my life. Do you understand me?

Maybe I'm being weird, but I don't see spending months hiking up a frozen mountain, with a thick percentage of freezing my limbs off, and an even greater chance of losing my life as "an adventure".

I'd rather risk breaking some bones doing something dangerous like quad biking/go-karting/paintball(ing) [is that even a word?]. It's just the way I'm wired.

This post probably doesn't make a lotta sense to you, and most unfortunately, I don't care.

:P
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Thursday, 24 July 2008

MISS ME! Goddamnit!!

I'm gonna start riding a train to work as of next month. I hope I don't end up like this guy...

And I hope he's not like this becuase of the daily train ride.

Maybe he's just anti-social.

I mean, how could you be so desparate for people to miss you? Or to meet new people. There's new people around us every single day.

Shame, it's sad really...

(Found it on Craig's List)

MISS ME! Goddamnit!! - m4w

Date: 2008-07-08, 12:00AM EDT

Every week I check this damn thing to see if anyone in this city of millions has missed me. What gives? I ride the train no less than twice a day, five or more days a week. I'm pressed against some of you in the commute to/from work. Haven't any of you women missed me?

I go to the park. I shop at places. I walk around. I wear shoes. I have ear phones. I drink stuff. Where's my missed connection? Start missing me already, goddamnit. I am very easy to miss.

Monday: Go to work after the weekend. Try not to sweat in the sweltering humidity of the subway. No one misses a sweater. Listen to music to drown out the reality of being stuck in the train with a million strangers; avoid eye contact at all cost. Bullshit about the weekend with the coworkers until quitting time. Get caught up on CL.

Tuesday: Go to work. Eat at one of same four places around work. Walk around a little during lunch, hoping to bump into someone new. Go home and contact friends to make plans for the weekend. Check CL.

Wednesday: Go to work. Getting adventurous now and spend most of lunch break wandering around trying to find someplace new to eat. Realize nothing of interest has been built since I checked last week. End up eating at one of four usual places. Try taking a different route home. This time try to make eye contact with as many strangers as I can on train/bus/ferry/foot.

Thursday: Go to work. Spend most of lunch hour running errands, returning library material, getting money from the bank, and calling up friends to reconfirm plans. Go shopping after work. Walk up and down each aisle to make doubly sure everyone has had a chance to miss me. Get home and get frustrated that still no one has posted with my description.

Friday: Go to work. Spend all day waiting for work to end. Take smoking break. Look around for smokers to miss. Get out of work. Forget all about CL. Find friends and go eating/drinking/event attending. See more strangers in one night than rest of week combined. Stumble home at ungodly hour.

Saturday: Wake up at some point. Roll over to the park. Maybe check out a museum. Try to look deep and lost in thought. Feel envious of all the people missing connections right before my eyes. Think about posting when I get home. Get home and forget or become crushed by laziness or the ennui of it all. Look up ennui in dictionary.

Sunday: Fuck it. I'm sleeping in. I'm doing laundry. I'm ordering take-out. I'm not leaving the damn house. You've had your chances all week. I'm taking a me day. I'm reading a book. And by reading, I mean surfing the internet; whereas by book, I mean porn. Knock myself out with the usual roofie-colada, wine + sleeping pill, so I can wake up in the morning and pack myself into an overcrowded train to get to work and check CL.

Fucking miss me already. I can't do this forever.

  • Location: the train
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Friday, 4 July 2008

PaperCut designs [#3]

Just did this one now:



I like it.



edit:

Changed it a little:



still like it.



:P
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PaperCut designs [#2]

Random one for today:


Don't worry ladies, I haven't lost my skin pigment!!

:p

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Thursday, 3 July 2008

Clean-up time

I've decided to clean up my Inbox and Sent Items folders!

I just got back from someone's office. (after a few minutes of ultimate relaxation) I noticed he had only 32 emails in his Inbox.

Or maybe it's because I'm in IT and don't have a limit on my mailbox.
I have a good 30+ emails that I haven't read. Simply because I don't think they're that important.

I have close to 2000 items in my Inbox. Most of which are from October last year.

I have another 1000+ emails in my Sent Items. 90% of which I've never really needed to refer to.


Plus, I have quite a number of sub-folders under Inbox. Lord only knows how many each one has.

I read somewhere (I think it was either this month's MensHealth or the Sunday Times) that having so many emails from so long ago is somewhat related to ADD. A statement to which I say... boolshit!

I call it It's-Not-Even-Important-Enough-To-Delete Disorder or INEIMETDD. A nightmare to abbreviate. But a scientific fact. (As documented in the PaperCut Scientific Journal of Scientifically Correct Facts; Whitepaper on Human Phsyco-analysis, Volume 12, issue #207)

Just because I have thousands and thousands of emails, doesn't necessarily make me a statistic.

Just means that I don't think your email is important enough for me to even waste my time to delete it (nevermind read it).

But all that's gonna change. I'm gonna clean everything out!

If you're still waiting for a reply from an email sent anytime before today. Well, tough... it's gone.

At least you'll get that "Your message was deleted without being read" thing.

And if we've ever talked about anything incriminating, don't worry; the slate's being wiped clean.





update:

I'm proud of myself!
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Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Ultimate relaxation

Come on. You just have to admit... sitting on a desk totally relaxes you.

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

You know how good it feels when you walk into your friend/colleague's office and without much ado, you shift his/her paperwork aside and find a sweet spot for you to sit so you can really engage with them on a more personal level.

I don't know if you've noticed but being in this particular situation brings about a very jovial conversation, filled with uncontrollable laughter (which is usually coupled with you rocking back with your head tilting so far back, it just gives in to gravity a little).

You can never really disagree with anyone when you're sitting on an office desk. For some reason, everybody seems to be talking a lotta sense. And not the kind of sense that's needed when discussion issues like global warming. More like the sense that's needed when you're talking about the fat lady at HR who's the main cause of the global warming in the HR department.

Do you understand me? LOL!

Have you noticed how your boss suddenlt assumes he/she's disturbing something everytime he/she (this whole policital correctness is starting to kill this post; from now on, every boss is a he and a colleague is female! That's it. Sue me!)

Anyway... how he automatically tones down a little (especially if he's about to give you a crap load of paperwork for you to go through) he sorta asks you to do the job, instead of the traditional.... "yeeah, um I want you to < insert verb here > this for me..."

You should really give it a try.

Whenever you're called to your boss's office (especially when you're in the dogbox). Sit on his desk swinging one leg (preferably your stronger leg; like the one you scored that goal with at your company's last soccer match, where you scored 2 goals).

Watch him squeel!
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Saturday, 1 March 2008

Please don't let me be misunderstood!

I've realised I have a serious problem.

When I talk (especially to myself ...lol... ...NOT!) I find that I repeat stuff a coupla different ways just to make sure that the listener clearly understands what I'm talking about.

The reason I do this is, I often use short sentences when I talk hoping the listener would get what I'm saying without having to repeat myself or having to breakdown the sentence.

But in an attempt to be better understood, I have discovered these two wonderful words... "Y' understand? " I find it saves me a lotta trouble of having to start from the start. ...yeah!

So when I'm talking to someone, and they stare blankly at me with that "maybe I'm too stupid for this conversation" look. I just stare back at them and go... "y' understand?"...with that "you're need me to chew this for you, don't you?" look ...to show that I'm expecting an answer.

While writing this post, I've realised that the main cause of my little "OCB" problem, could be the people I speak to tend to get distracted by the unexpectedly large amount of information I'm throwing at them all at once.

:D

*{EnD}*

footnote:
this is just a random rant... feel free to ignore it... didn't really feel like spewing a lotta intelect on a Saturday afternoon.

bye!
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Friday, 7 September 2007

taking pics

I think I need therapy or something.

I'm addicted to taking pictures!

I find myself popping out mah phone, sliding the camera-cover and snapping away at almost everything. This is very unhealthy!!!

Fun, but unhealthy...

check my latest... http://www.flickr.com/photos/paper_cut/tags/bored/

right now my phone's battery is dead. so I can't take pictures...

Funny enough, I'm not worried about calls and stuff, I'm more concerned about pics. See what i mean by therapy...?
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