Nah, not nine -- although it proves that of the 10 kinds of people, you belong to the binary-literate kind.

In fact, it's 10 and 1. No, not two and one -- although it proves that you belong to the persistent binary-literate kind. It's ten and one.

As in, the tenth anniversary of yours truly leaving uni and the first of sticking with the current company. That's right, August 14 is my double-anniversary.

I just plurked my last plurk.

(And now, I'm gonna plurk to my plurky plurk while plurking with these plurks plurkily.)

I just realized that I could never love it. I'm sorry, Jin, I tried. I really did. Hard. All right, maybe not that hard.

Not sure where it failed me. Probably the karma thing? It did rub me the wrong way. Kinda like that MLM stuff, where you simply have to keep buying their products just to maintain a certain amount of commission.

I would like to change my profile's background, please. (Oh, that would be 10 karma points, sir.)

You know what the problem with Facebook is? It allows you to have only one status at a time. So, here I am, turning to this old thing called blog.

Huh? Blog? Do people still do that these days?

Yup, you heard that right.

Oh, speaking of Facebook, I just joined Plurk. Sounds like one of those durian types. Anyway. Now I find it too tempting not to set up a so-called social networking site of my own and start harvesting passwords.

In response to Jeng May's question -- accusation? -- here's something to pad the stats until I overcome my "blogging is gay" syndrome.

Actually, I'm not even sure syndrome is the word. Perhaps block would've been better. As in, "blogging is gay" block? Ask her.

After multiple failed attempts at shooting a proper video, my respect for those YouTubers goes tenfold. That above was more a product of "oh, what the heck, I'm not doing this anymore; let's just post that crap" than being satisfied with the result.

Current music: none
Current mood: happy

Another Good Friday. Another rainy affair.

All is well in the world.

Warning: the following video is pretty graphic.

Here's wishing him the speediest recovery.

On a somewhat related note, how 'bout this: don't let a patient know you're praying for him or her.

Current music: none
Current mood: not very good

OK, here's the situation: it's Saturday afternoon, you're all alone at home, done with laundry, and with nothing else to do. Quick, what do you do?

Why, you take a piano apart, of course.