Friendships aren’t that fragile…

Made up with my friend (the one that I was pissed off about earlier). My legs are tired, but at least I know I won’t lose her.

Hey, things may get sucky on the road ahead, but for now, life is good. I thank God that He allowed me to feel this ray of happiness amidst the gloom that is the story of my life.

’tis a Glorious Day!

Compared to the dark, emo feelings I’ve been having for the weekend, today’s actually quite a wonderful day.

I primped myself today, carefully styling my hair, wore semi-formal, neat clothes (as opposed to the slacker-ish appearance I usually have), and set about talking people into joining the MNTA contest. The first girl I talked to, she happens to be mixed Chinese + Malay, and she’s so damn hot. And very friendly too… and to my surprise, she’s VERY enthusiastic about the idea of participating in the competition! That really surprised me, since I thought this project won’t actually take off the ground.

Long story short, we exchanged phone numbers, and I promised to call her up to give her the entry forms. Well, I can make the form available on the club website… but who on earth would want to give up a chance to meet a hot girl again?

Anyway, I felt really friendly with the rest of the SPARC team, which is a MAJOR shift compared to the emo-ness I’m feeling. So hey me, whenever I feel that everyone’s against me, just remember that 90% of the time it’s just the dark, emo-ish mood and not the actual case.

Fuck You, PartitionMagic. Fuck You…

I have no idea what sort of madness gripped my mind. All of a sudden, I had a craving to install Linux. Oh, why oh why do I succumb to computer elitism?

After backing up some data on my D: drive, I used PartitionMagic to create a separate partition on my C: (in case you’re wondering why I bother backing up the D: drive then, the answer is : I have no idea. I wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment). I got an error message, something about “insufficient clusters”, but the whole thing proceeded smoothly afterwards, so I assumed all is well.

At the last minute, I chickened out (Linux is just not worth it), so I used PM to re-integrate the separated partition. But wonder of wonders, the process failed. Confused, I ran chkdsk, only to have it flag a whole bunch of files (well, +50000 of them, so I guess that’s ALL the files on C:) as having errors.

Long story short, the next time I boot windows :

1. it takes a bloody long time for the thing to load
2. there’s no taskbar. Even running explorer.exe using the Task Manager doesn’t cut it
3. a whole LOT of my services got disabled
4. I can’t even copy and paste files… thank God for xcopy

I tried to reinstall Windows only, but then the PC refused to recognize the existence of my DVD drive. So, with much sorrow, I had to go for the nuclear option.

Next time I’m have a craving to non-destructively partition my hard drives, I’ll go with Disk Druid. As for PartitionMagic, it can suck cocks in hell. Bitch ¬____¬

ARGH!! Give me a break!

Well, I’m nowhere approaching the limit of having a nervous breakdown (yet), but all this workload is starting to piss me off.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy working. It gives me a sense of purpose, enables me to practise what I’ve learned, and more importantly, it’s fun. But that only applies to work that involves things I enjoy, like programming (C++, none of the wussy Prolog stuff). Or data processing. Not things like designing booths and manning them…

Well, that by itself won’t be so bad, but I’m afraid I had a falling-out with one of my good friends. We just sort of drifted apart, she hardly ever hangs out with me anymore, and she ignores me when whenever we meet IRL *sobs*.

Ah well… until I learn the magic spell that could miraculously make people like me, I guess the only thing I can do is move on… situations like these make me wonder if my self-imposed isolation like what I did in my last year in Ireland is a good idea, after all.

On Transsexuals

Should I recognize them as what they are, or what they want to be?

Now, let me make this clear, I think what people want to do with their bodies is their own business. If you want to cut off your dick and sculpt a vagina out of it, or create a penis out of your clit (how do they do that, anyway?), that’s your business. I’m not gonna kiss you no matter how big your boobs get, but all the same, I would respect your decision, no matter how boneheaded and idiotic it may seem.

But suppose a guy underwent sex-change surgery to become a woman; should I refer to… that person as he (his original gender) or she?

On the surface, it looks straightforward. But to me, gender is something you’re born with, and dictated by your chromosomes. No matter what sort of surgery or hormones that you took, you’re still what you’re born to be. It makes me uncomfortable to call a guy “she”, and vice-versa. Why do I have to compromise on MY way of thinking to make room for yours? You can be whatever you want to be, but I’m sorry, I will still think of you as being of your original gender.

Is that bigotry? Or are my views justified, I wonder?