You know that lingering anxious feeling you have when greatness approaches?
It evaded me last Saturday and Sunday. I was carefree. I was callous.
Bouts of flu and fever, boundless constraints on resources and respites, and yet, thankfully, I am fortunate enough to be given a teeny weeny sniff of success for my latest World Magic Cup Qualifier #1 (WMCQ1) outing, last Saturday/Sunday at Suntec City, with my ABZAN Hangarback Aggro tweak.
It was the WMCQ1 for Singapore and us half-decent Magic:The Gathering (MTG) players aren’t just going to let am ungodly registration fee of $60 ($45 if you pre-register) daunt us as we made our way, on a lovely Saturday morning, filling up room 331 of Suntec City.
So I got 4th, losing in the Semis to MARDU Dragons, piloted by Bryan Ong; Stormbreath Dragons still rule these skies.
I’ve never been this close to a major Finals, and had to settle for the Semis.
Still awaiting my first major tournament trophy and still harboring hopes of being in Barcelona.
My crescendo for the event: beating Horny Taxi Beng, leaving him devastated and forlorn, to draw into top 8. Still, with a name like that, he was easily the coolest being in that room.
Surprisingly it wasn’t an exhilarating or super exciting experience — instead it was a calm, collected and carefree one, not just for me but for my playtest buddy, Ming Yi too, who woke up at 8.45am for a 9am event, but somehow still managed to squeeze a quick bath and arrive on time with a homebrew (Mono Blue) deck for Game 1.
Actually my crescendo was that I won all games from round 2 and from round 3 onwards, winning ALL my rounds 2-0. I had an unprecedented 80% match win, before I drew with my final opponent, who was quick to insist on a draw as his percentage point would increase, while mine would decrease.
Nevertheless, since I was on a callous mode, I didn’t really mind if I was 8th, 9th or 10th if we drew, so I told him something like, “Oh well, if I’m in, I’m in. If I’m out, I’m out. We are drawing our game, Sir.”
Long story short, ladyluck smiled and I returned to GamesHaven the next day, still in my carefree mode, and plundered away.
Now.. I just want to slowly sip this warm water with lemon drip, and recover from this lingering fl.. ah.. ah choo!
Don’t get me wrong, I love how movies interact with the common mind — especially one like mind — that’s open to concepts, ideas, imaginations and endless adventures.
And these are just some of the movies that have truly provided me with a memorable adventure thus far this year, and in no rank or order:
- Good Kill: Ethan Hawke’s quiet, dour, pent-up frustration culminating in self-disgust and climaxing in a self-righteous moment is one hell of the adventure of a ‘war on terror’.
- The Imitation Game: Alan Cumberbatch’s faith is unwavering and his commitment is self-afflicting.
- Voices: Ryan Reynolds can do no wrong in probably his best ever screen time as a self-appreciating and conflicted man.
- St Vincent: Bill Murray still entertaining when he’s not trying to entertain, and indeed a saint-like ending.
- Penguins of Madagascar: Just entertainingly hilarious and a wildly crazy ride.
- The Hunger Games: The Mockingjay: Part 1: A quiet, serene crescendo building up towards something good. Hopefully.
- Interstellar: Out of this world, but ending a bit too ambitious, but still a mind boggling trip.
- Rurouni Kenshin: A Legend Ends: Stylistic japanese samurai-era fight scenes and cinematograpy/choreography.
- John Wick: A cool, neverending anti-hero, heroic story.
- Birdman: Not quite my movie of the year, but a refreshing journey into a new style of filmmaking.
- Gone Girl: A clever murder movie that’s gripping.
- The Mule: Disgustingly got me hooked till the end. Has to be good right?
- Nightcrawler: In your face, unethical, but thrilling like an illegal joy-ride.
- Dark City: Never too late to enjoy the best that sci-fi has ever introduced.
These are just among the many that I’ve immersed into and feel like worth mentioning that the production team have all excelled in producing their movies, but if I had to pick my top 3 thus far, it’ll be:
- Interstellar: The more you watch, the longer you ponder. The longer you begin to ponder, the more you yearn to watch again.
- RuRouni Kenshin: I want to watch this piece over and over and over.
- St Vincent: I teared at the end, but it’s just deservingly touching, and I’m sure I’ll still be entertained watching it second or third coming.
A little recap of the stuffs I note and spend on over at Jatujak Weekend Market!
Nice Shirts – 200Baht x 4
Tshirts – 100Baht x 3
Soccer Jerseys – 206Baht x3
Socks – 20Baht x 3
iPhone 5 Cover – 35Baht x 2
Soft Blanket – 140Baht x 1
Handkerchiefs – 25Baht x 4
HALAL KEBAB, opp sect 28
“Sometimes it is the people who no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.”
Go watch the movie, it’s not that bad really, and you’ll know — and be thankful that this ‘no one’ persevered, else we wouldn’t be living in our world of S4s and iphone Pluses.
..and then this.
A silent tear ran through.
A winceful memory passed by.
Moments like this you yearn to hold onto something.
The music is from Taufik Batisah and it’s called ‘Usah Lepaskan’.
It means, don’t let go.
I’m embarking on a few clean slates.
It’s been for the past few months now and I’m training myself to work really hard to make things work.
You know how you’re trying really hard to achieve greatness that only you seem to see the path that you’re on, while external forces moan and can never understand nor support your cause?
Well, if your big break has yet to arrive, don’t give up and keep on moving.
So I Came across this 2012 video featuring the song of Taufik Batisah and Rui En, and it felt apt.
Oh, and Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to you and family.
This is a continuation of my previous’ How I Met Your Mother blogpost of how I’m finally going through with watching Season 9’s penultimate finale for the show’s series. Warning: it is an awesome series and wholesome finale. This post isn’t a review of the show or the episide, but just a pickings of my thoughts immediately after the end credits.
It had to be her.
Through hell and back, through sickness and sadness, through loneliness and the unknown. It had to be her.
Without trying, it comes full circle.
Even when he’s gone off course and distant charted from her, even when it took him 7 years and two kids to culminate in a Thursday marriage, and even when it was that same wife that persuaded Robin for the inevitable reunion and he works hard to fiercely love his newly wedded wife and life, it comes full circle.
Robin Sherbatsky. And the blue French horn.
That blue french horn.
This blogpost could never depict the joy the series has bestowed over the past years, and it’s 4am now.
Congrats Ted Mosby.
This is just too legend… wait for it…
I can’t believe that I’m on the verge of watching the final of the final of the final episode of the series.
A total of 9 Seasons, a total of 208 episodes and I’ve watched 206 of them — the last one, #207 & #208 being season 9’s finale.
Wow, I’ve watched nearly 400 episodes of One Piece as well, and that’s nearly double of How I Met Your Mother, but there’s just something special about this show.
Unlike Friends, unlike Roswell, unlike any other rom-com or family comedies that I’ve grown up with, I can’t really say that I’ve grown up watching this show.
It’s just been the last 2 years or so that I revisited every single episode from the pilot and it just so feels that I’m blessed to have experienced it, a show of bromance, romance, family, parenthood, childhood, workship and most of all, of friendship.
There is this overwhelming camraderieness or warmth when it comes to friendship material in this show, and of all the show I’ve known, this one takes the cake, glazes its own icing and places itself into the fridge so that you can have a slice of it at any time and it’ll be the coolest thing you’ve tasted, ever.
Ironically I hated the show the first time I watched it, years back, and I hated it without even watching the show ever — but I’m really glad that I took on a chance and made myself sit down after watching an episode which I couldn’t remember that forced me to watch the series all the way from it’s Season 1’s pilot episode.
What if I had continuously snubbed the series’ gleefulness?
But I’m glad I didn’t.
And now, it just feels a little overwhelming that I’m about to watch the mother of all finales, pun intended.
I don’t mean this post to come as an overture for the show — I’ll probably do that some time later — but rather just as a gathering of myself moments before the ultimatum unveils itself.
It’s just, unbelievable how things work and culminates itself to this moment now, because it seems surreal.
But I guess like any relationships that one bonds with, it’s just a little hard to know that the day has come for us to say our goodbyes.
And sometimes, we have to say our goodbyes.
How I Met Your Mother, Season 9, Episode 23 & 24, well bring it on.
You want some? Click below. ; )
Please take this post as is with a pinch of salt, as this is merely a recap of my experience and by no means a blueprint or a guide to install OS X. If it is, then maybe I got lucky. ; )
“error code: -4430”
This wasn’t a good sign, which I received by hitting Opt+Cmd+R after restart while trying to rectify my reformatting issues, as it meant that the Apple servers weren’t communicating with my iMac, whose HardDisk I had earlier erased/formatted to kickstart a fresh new OS X installation. Or it could be that my iMac was the one having trouble communicating.
Nevertheless a quick online contact to Apple Support, a lengthy phone call, an 8GB thumbdrive, and the issues was settled. Here’s how:
(Note: You must have already purchased and redeemed a valid OS X Lion License via Apple’s app store. In my case, I was able to download Maverick this way. Aaaaaaaand assuming you’ve yet to reformat your Mac’s harddisk, unlike me. Thankfully I had another iMac to solve my case.)
Step 1: Download OS X Maverick Installer via Apple’s app store. This takes a while as it’s a 5.3GB download. It will download into your applications folder.
Step 2: Reformat the 8GB thumbdrive. Plug in the thumbdrive and choose extended journaled when reformatting. Leave the thumbdrive plugged in and don’t rename the thumbdrive.
Step 3: Create OS X Maverick Installer. Go to http://tinyurl.com/makeosxinstaller (will take you to a page with even more instructions) and scroll about halfway down the page to this headline “Option 1: Use createinstallmedia” and follow the instructions on using the Terminal to create your installer. This takes more than a while, so go brew some coffee while you’re at it — or if you’re me, whip out your iPad and tap Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft. Such an awesome game.
Step 4: Reformat your iMac’s HardDisk. Restart your iMac. When you hear the iMac kicking to life, hold down Opt+R, and it will take you to a screen where you have 4 options to select from, and select Disk Utility. Then select your harddisk, and reformat it, choosing extended journalled as your formatting option. Once done, quit Disk Utility and restart your iMac.
Step 5: Install OS X Maverick. When you hear the iMac kicking to life, hold down Opt, and wait until you’re able to select the thumbdrive with your OS X Maverick installer that’ you’ve painstakingly created earlier that should still be plugged in. If you can do this, then you’re on your way to a spanking new OS X installation and your coffee should be warm enough to gulp it down.
So there you go 5 easy steps to nirvana.
Or something like that.
It took me nearly 3 hours. Pffft.
It’s 2014 and truth be told, I’m just glad to have 2013 behind me — glad not because of my fortunes or misfortunes, but glad that a new year is here for a ‘new beginning’.
A new beginning at the office, the home, friends and relationships, adventures and projects, gamings and punts, sports and leisure and that’s pretty much it. Boring eh? Maybe. Maybe not. ; )
2014 is gonna be so exciting, that it’s so scary to even think about what might happen next.
In short, I’m throwing myself a curveball and chasing after it at the same time. On the verge of somthing either so exciting or so demoralising, that I can’t quite figure it out yet. I need help, and it’s not often that I admit it but I NEED HELP. I can’t do things on my own anymore. ; )