Keyboards/keypads vs touch screen technology.

I know I said I hate blogging with my tab but here I am, doing it. There's a word for it. ....Hypocrisy, I think? (Actually I'm just doing this to properly verify my hate.)


My hate isn't completely irrational. Here are some reasons I have.

1. It's just..I like pressing buttons/keys, it just feels so much more secure. Touching letters to create sentences? Not my thing. Who created the concept of 'touch screen' anyway? You must be THAT FUCKING LAZY to want to substitute pressing keys with touching them. What if you touched too lightly, until the letter does not appear? What if you touched too hard and many of the same letters appear? Like this: ddd


2. It is a gazillion times easier to highlight things with a computer mouse. Like, just now, I typed a longass paragraph, and wanted to erase it but it was faster to touch the end of the paragraph and back space it to the first word in that paragraph. It should not be that way.


3. When I touch the screen to select a spot to edit the punctuation, for example, the screen auto enlarges. Then i have to use my index and thumb to get it back to a size where i can view the entire page, instead of the supersized five lines I'm looking at now. This happened a gazillion times throughout the period of composing this post.

4. So okay, after I have selected something, copied it, then pasted it, and I realize, "oops, the line below needs a full stop.." I touch at that space and *bamn!* that other super annoying thing happens. This word 'paste' pops up.


5. The time consumingness -- I know that isn't a word of making amendments makes me prefer not to do it anyway, which impacts the quality of my blogging. Do you have any idea how memayahkan it is to highlight a word or line and make it italic in font? I know that some 'I'(s) are not in capital but I cant be bothered anymore.

6. The autocorrect. I have not had to face that in my life.But now I do, and yeah. Pretty self explanatory, this one.

7. Considering the tab is relatively small and the entire keyboard keys are squuezed into these mini dimensions, the keys are placed so close together, right? This becomes a problem when you have short stubby fingers like myself.
Your fingers might accidentally touch another letter, easily-- and if you typed fast without proof reading, on top of the autocorrect, your sentence could hold a completely different meaning by the time you send it. So I have to constantly be cautious.


8. You cannot listen to something from YouTube while simultaneously composing a blog post. Whaaat is dis, wey.

9. In that last sentence, autocorrect changed it to 'does' and 'way'. If I were using a computer I would italic those two words. But it is too much of. Hassle. Okay, so the last thing is things load so friggin slow in this.


But all in all, I do realise that the solution to this is simply, stop moping and use the damn computer next time. Which is why I am not that serious about my strong distaste in using this to type. Plus, this overpriced device is supposed to be 'cool' right? And it is, much easier to carry around than my entire computer. (Yes, I have heard of laptops, but owning this makes buying that, redundant.)

Plus points for being pleasing to the eyes. I like the way my blog looks through this tab. It is so same from viewing it through a computer, yet so different. I think some fonts have been altered..?

The repeating pattern.

I am almost disappointed with myself for abandoning this blog a little. Truth is, I have been having a dysfunctional computer monitor, and just got it replaced last week. Now the clarity of the things I am seeing is astounding.

I could have blogged with my tablet , but I just really dislike typing with it. It reduces my typing speed and english efficiency by 70%. With a large screen I can see an entire page of my blog post, not just three lines. And I like feeling like I have written a lot of things worth reading. (even if sometimes it is really not.)

So here comes a long delayed post. This was just collecting dust in the drafts.

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I believe that everyone has a look-alike somewhere.A doppelganger. There can only be so many faces in this world before the exact combination it took to create a particular face repeats. It could happen at intervals of an entire generation, or even between two people of around the same age.


This image below is a manifestation of that idea.

On the left we have Rider Strong of 'Boy Meets World' (a.k.a the 'new' old show I am hooked onto) and the right there is Jake T Austin from Wizards of Waverly Place. At this point, the both of them were the same age, meaning.. 15-ish?

It took about 3 episodes of Boy Meets World to come up with this realization. I am not saying they are 100% same , but they have some form of resemblance!

But as the both of them grew physically, their faces turned out to be very different .

This is how the both of them look today. Jake is 19 and Rider is 33. Which means they have a 14 year age gap.





And suddenly they just do not look the same at all already.

Grade-itude.

Of all the little miracles God placed in my life, the most major one thus far would be my unbelievable SPM results. I can't think of a more accurate word to use. Some nights I still lie awake trying to believe that I pulled it off. I pulled of a nine. They aren't solid 9A+ s , but they still make me eligible for scholarships.

Which, if I didn't have, I could just, say bye to any chances of furthering my education in a place and course of my choice. I would be in misery.

There would always be that painful silence. The household would be such a tensed atmosphere, any slight thing could set off an argument. Money would be such a sensitive issue, that you would wish such a word would seem like it didn't exist. Or you would rather have to drop dead than bring it up.

Maybe that's why God did it. Because he knew, this was it. It was either straight As or straight As. Nothing else. I was talking to a few people about this, and since the competition for scholarships is getting higher , they even set aside people who got EIGHT As. Nine is the *goes without saying* bare minimum to be eligible, despite what the public chooses to say about it! 

I am so thankful for the choices I have made throughout the last two years too. Maybe God planted these ideas in my head. All those extra curricular activities and school representing I did that people perceived as a 'waste of time'. (IN YO FACE) Now it proves to be of a BIG help in setting me apart from other applicants.

I am so thankful for my mom being my mom because she was the only person who went forth and was serious about enrolling me in something. If it wasn't for her I would probably only start college next year and be in a class with people a year younger than me or something. She showed genuine happiness over my success and rewarded me for it in her ways. Also, she was the one who forced me into tuition (and lets face it, tuition is the only form of serious studying I would have gotten) and paying its high fee monthly.


I am thankful for having a sister that believed in me and pep talked me especially during the panic attack phases towards trials. I don't know why either but before her talk, the concept of just leaving things blank if I didn't know answers instead of big-time freaking out about it didnt exist. But knowing that by just doing that being sufficient to make my mom satisfied was a big relief.

I am so grateful for the teachers that taught me (or rather , tolerated me) and wasn't too hard on me when I didn't finish my homework, and were kind when marking my papers when I needed that one extra mark to determine my change of grade. If there is one thing I miss about school it would be the teachers. Some have grown to become like close friends. I appreciate their efforts at passing their knowledge down and making the lessons interesting (through various group activities) and fun ! *I'm looking at you, english teacher. *

I am thankful for Calvin, who was like, one the only human being on earth who actually thought/firmly believed (contrary to my sister who was just probably obliged to say nice things to make me feel less anxiety, lols) that I could pull off a nine. When I got it, his words was one of the earliest thoughts to come to mind. I cannot describe to you how good it feels to have a friend believe in you when you don't even believe in yourself.

AND AMELIA. Okay Amelia deserves her own section. She was my .. *maybe a word for what I want isn't coming to my mind yet* but I would just, crumble in school without her existence. She was the person who could make me laugh without needing to say anything. The yin to my yang, The few people I permit to insult me/make fun of me/ tell me if I am going to far without any feelings of wanting to injure anyone. The impact she has on my life, (and this I only realized recently) is tremendous.

It is true, the friends you make have a great impact on how you perform. And in my case, because of her I wasn't TOO slack-y. The necessary amount of discipline in my life. The correct term for it would be 'best friend'. Yes, that is what she is.

I am grateful for my classmates who inadvertently forced me to push my limits instead of just lying on comfort zone. Cause, by being in 5B, It makes me want to do all I can to not sink below the 25th position in class. And to do that, I would need to put in the necessary effort to ensure that. Special thanks to Amelia for making my studying experiences fun, and some part of me believes this would not be possible without her.

Then we have Becky who was a full time counselor and picked me up when I was at a low point in my life, late last year. She was my necessary dose of humor. The witty + sarcastic kind. I have other people for the 'slapstick' kind.  I can't insert a pic of her and me here because the last recorded one I have of us, I look like a confused boy . I await the day we update it, just sayin'.





Truly, I feel blessed. So thank you, all of you. Really. (:

Bend over backwards.

Morph Kina Grannis and Jasmine Villegas (a.k.a the girl from 'Baby')

You get Cierra Ramirez

 

She starred in this:

 

I will admit, this was a pretty good investment of my time. It is available on youtube; and the girl (who is my age) has got some serious swag. I adore her sense of fashion.

--this was drafted early March.

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Hello peoples !

I have been through a whirlwind of emotions. And suddenly, I didn't need to blog about it anymore. Containing them in my mind was more self-sufficient.

Pao's loss, day 11.

I have , you can say... come to terms with Pao's loss? (Now I know for sure she isnt going to appear on my doorstep again eventually.)

Her kittens are dying one by one. Watching them get weaker and weaker until they can barely produce a sound is getting less painful than I thought it would be. Morbid thoughts flood my mind. Optimistic me would tell me to snip them off before it develops into a major psychological problem.

Anyway, what I did was, give them a bath! If they were going to die I want them to be clean while at it. Do not question the rationale to that. I get really angry when people have anything negative to say about Pao "abandoning" her kittens and making circumstances be such. Because she didn't just abandon them. She was mercilessly thieved away.

Anyway, enough with the moping.

Ironically, what made me want to blog was listening to jumpy bubbly songs. If I were still sad I wouldn't be able to phrase proper english sentences about what I feel.

Think ;

Sara Bareilles - Gonna Get Over You

Marina & The Diamonds- Primadona Love
..whatever you get when you youtube 'Demi Lovato playlist'

My life has made a dramatic leap of progress if we compare it with the last 5/6 months.. I start college in more or less 10 days. I'm doing A levels. The last thing I saw myself doing. This is taking some time for my brain to process.

I think my mom is the most bending-over-backwards person I know of, in this planet.

In one day she buys me a watch, a subway sandwich, a new pair of spectacles, on top of that gives me cash for future use, offers to get me a handbag, bears with the excessive excessive excessive amount of walking we did around KL trying to locate the college I was supposed to visit, doesn't complain even once after we took the wrong train roughly four or five times, goes to inquire about another college for the course I was supposed to take, etc etc. She cancelled all the plans she was supposed to attend to for the day to morally support me and even attended the free trial class I was supposed to attend because I was a bit scared to be alone in such a foreign environment.

Oh, oh, all of that while having a really injured knee.

She will not know how much I appreciate and need her in my life. Because we're not one for "I love you" s.

It gives me a lot to compare with if you look at how much my dad is involved with my life. Yes, it brings me down sometimes, but I had like, the last five years or so to get used to it.

So why does it still bring me down? things to ponder..