Here's something about designing a book cover. It's not designing a book cover. It's designing twenty and killing off nineteen so that one may live.

I'm dead buried in work. Work begets more work. And unending avalanche of work.
Wow, look at me. Sitting in an air-conditioned office all day long and clicking my mouse furiously going, "Man, this is hard work" when some Cambodian kid is probably walking a few kilometres through a lethal mangrove swap to fetch water from a well surrounded by crocodiles just to get enough water to cook his rice for the day. Argh, first world problems.

I got a box of of socks for my birthday. And 6 packets of Milo. And a partridge in a pear tree.

If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.

—	Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

Many times, I think that what I desire is pure and right. Therefore, anything that agrees with this desire must be pure and right as well. And anything that goes against it must be wrong.

Strange isn't it? I know well enough that my heart is a selfish, imperfect thing; despite the exorbitant value the world puts upon it. "Listen to your heart", "Go where your heart tells you" urges the plot of thousands of movies and the lyrics of even more songs- truisms so cliche yet so appealing. And what if your heart doesn't know what's best for you? What if the last thing it knows is what's best for you?
Never listen to your heart that is fickle and fallible but put your trust in the Saviour who has mercy; even for hearts as wrinkled and loveless as mine.

I was porting my Skyrim saves over from my old laptop when I discovered that my save folder was taking up 1GB+ of space. Whaaaaaaaaat?! And each individual save file is 17MB? Whaaaaaatt?! Bethesda, what in the world did you feed those saves? Dragon bones? Why are they so big?

Questions that may never be answered.

Muahahaha...
Finally installed Windows 7 on the iMac - all without an external or internal optical drive. The CDs you see there were my futile attempts at plugging in an external optical disk reader - All but useless because Apple likes to flip off anyone who doesn't get proprietary add-ons. Don't ask me why we pay more for less. In Apple's case, we literally pay more for a whole optical disk drive less.

2 days ago when I was at Plaza Sing, I saw Poh Kim having a closing down sale. Poh Kim was such an iconic stall. Tucked in a corner beside Carl's Jr we'll always catch snippets of some newly released DVD trailer playing on the screen at the storefront as we ride up the escalator. Not anymore. And how would they survive when the very medium of physical disks are going the way of the VCR? Were there any fanatical VCR fans then who vigorously resisted the change to the CD medium? Apple's move to CD drive-less macs would be the nail in the coffin. Not that I have any special affection for CDs, but but but.... sigh, I don't know. You'd better have some indestructible internet connection when dealing with Cloud storage. Especially if you have 10TB of free storage. Slow internet will be the bane of us all.

Well, I guess it's time to reinstall all my games again. Hello FF of my childhood.

Mr. Howard perches jovially on the top of my workstation and is never tired of raising his left stump of wood arm in cheery greeting every morning. And throughout the day. And possibly all throughout the night. He has a slightly quizzical look on his face, like he's unsure of how many times he has bid me hello today and how many more times should he be doing it.

Sometimes, I take pity on him and change arms so they both hang by his side. This makes him look like a gorilla holding pails on both arms, except without the pails. Sometimes I raise both his arms way up so Mr Howard can imagine that he's doing a Superman takeoff, except that his butt is firmly blue-tacked to the mac.

 

It's for his own safety so he won't fall head first into my tea.