- tom’s hardware compares the top 3 browsers running on linux. this should be an interesting ‘geek’ reading. last place goes to firefox. i hope the guys at mozilla have something more interesting up their sleeves.
Thursday, 27 May 2010 12:20 pm by noel posted in mine, nothing
the past two days… and not necessarily in this order.
38° yesterday (i heard). i think we were watching …
shrek 4 at the time. fortunately.
enrolled robin in high school. and it was just last week that we enrolled him in grade school. sigh.
took a ‘walk’ along king street in toronto. interesting. not too many people on the streets. or maybe its the wrong/right time of the day. i really have to try tim horton’s coffee once.
adopted a kitten and named her/him ‘wasabi’. thank guys. we saw it on the street. eyes still closed. screaming at the top of its tiny lungs, “meow! meow!” what can we do?
found out that aang, the last airbender is not really asian. bummer.
finished with ‘light’ penetration testing.
started learning a bit of hungarian. no plans of going to budapest. yet.
woke up to the sisters of mercy (the band). i wonder what it will do to my psyche today.
been thinking more about grass. not cannabis.
heard the a good friend of mine is finally ‘free’. congratulations dude!
Akatsuki no Kuruma
fictionjunction yuuka The Wheel of Dawn
Original / Romaji Lyrics English Translation
Kazesasou kokage ni utsubusete naiteru
Mi mo shiranu watashi wo watashi ga miteita
Yuku hito no shirabe wo kanaderu GITAARA
Konu hito no nageki ni hoshi ha ochite
Shaded by the trees, calling out to the wind, I’m lying face-down crying
I saw a version of myself I didn’t even recognize
On this guitar I’m playing the melody of someone who’s passed on
A star falls in the grief of someone who’ll never be seen again
Yukanaide, donna ni sakende mo
ORENJI no hanabira shizuka ni yureru dake
Yawarakana hitai ni nokosareta
Te no hira no kioku haruka
Tokoshie no sayonara tsuma hiku
Please don’t go, no matter how much you scream,
all it will do is quietly stir these orange petals
Saved on my soft brow,
I send the memories in my palm far away
An eternal farewell as I keep strumming
Yasashii te ni sugaru kodomo no kokoro wo
Moesakaru kuruma ha furiharai susumu
Yuku hito no nageki wo kanadete GITAARA
Mune no ito hageshiku kakinarashite
The heart of a child clinging to a gentle hand
The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on
On this guitar I’m playing the grief of someone who’s passed on
The strings in my heart being plucked at violently
Aa kanashimi ni somaranai shirosa de
ORENJI no hanabira yureteta natsu no kage ni
Yawarakana hitai wo nakushite mo
Akaku someta suna haruka koete yuku
Sayonara no RIZUMU
In the pure white unstained by sorrow,
the orange petals stirred in a summer shadow
Even if my soft brow is lost,
I’ll cross over the far off, red-stained sand
The rhythm of farewell
Omoide wo yakitsukushite susumu daichi ni
Natsukashiku me fuite yuku mono ga aru no
Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,
there is something sprouting in remembrance
Akatsuki no kuruma wo miokutte
ORENJI no hanabira yureteru ima mo dokoka
Itsuka mita yasurakana yoake wo
Mou ichido te ni suru made
Kesanaide tomoshibi
Kuruma ha mawaru yo
Sending off the dawn’s carriage
Those orange petals are stirring somewhere even now
The peaceful daybreak I once saw
Until it is placed in my hands once more,
please don’t let the light go out
The wheels are turning
when i walk this way in the morning i constantly see someone waiting for somebody. the corner apparently became a meet up place where friends, classmates or relatives agree to meet before school or work or after.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010 5:26 pm by noel posted in mine, nothing
the start of the year was “traditional” enough—we welcomed it at midnight with festive lights and noise often with a meal and maybe with wine or ale. then maybe before going to sleep we think of what we want to change or do or where we’re heading off to in the coming days. old habits.
2010. its a fresh year and fresh new decade and it comes with its own handful of old and new resolutions as well as tired and fresh targets. it’s cliché but everyone seeks change for better fortunes and easier paths.
i have my own plans, aims and hopes for the coming days and most of them are not really for public consumption. but i can list down the one that i consider “safe”.
loose 1½ stone. you calculate. jog. ride my bike more. ss. endeavor not to take anything too seriously. this is more for my sake than anyone else’s. give more time and effort to creative projects. play soccer. learn each day. take no more crap from anyone. take better photos. run. get up that mountain. grow grass. spend more time out of the metro. go see more sunsets. spend less. not that i have any money. slim down. its not the same as loosing weight. spend less time online. its not as hard as you think. say what’s on my mind. when asked.
this is one of the first few pictures of kikay–my bike. she was still brand spanking new i was just savoring the knowledge that she was still unscratched at the time.
this is just one pair of jeans that i have. all of them have at least a hole on them. its really not by choice as i don’t go around tearing up my pants. they just start to unravel thread by thread and before i know it there a gaping hole (or two) there.
well, it crept up on me. food tastes a lot better after i quit smoking. lots better. even plain rice tastes good these days. it doesn’t help that my girlfriend’s culinary skills have vastly improved.
but the price is that i have a harder time tying my shoe laces. i come up for air every handful of seconds. and my pants can now be called corsets. i actually popped a button once.
my weighing scale tells me 67 kilos. my doctor’s scale is less forgiving — 71 kilos. but everyone knows this type of weighing scale is not 100% accurate. they may show more than you actually weigh. or they may show less. which is actually worse.
in any case, i’m putting on weight which is only good if i were a toddler. so i have to cut down on my rice intake. ugh.
i don’t get to exercise as much as i used to. i get to walk a lot but the kilometers taken in stride does not fairly match the calorie taken per bite. i have get back to cycling. and soon.
tropical
maong
