Archive for 2007
I have been very unlucky lately and have lost three phones in a row. Thinking back over the whole thing, I worked out how important to have a form of communition with the world. Unlike like a couple of years ago, with so many people in my life and living between two different area codes, I found it is very important to have a way to contact me where ever the hell I am.
The thing that interested me the most is the very small amount of numbers that I both recieve and send texts to. I had tonnes of numbers on my phone, friends of old and random people I didn’t really know. From all this, I worked out that I only really needed four numbers.
- Mother(of course)
- Girlfriend
- Best friend on Course
- Sholder to cry on
But being without a phone most useful tool that I have used instead of having a phone is the social networking web site Facebook. With Facebook I have the ablity to have a portal to my community of friends and family where I am. To me at least, it has nearly replaced my phone as the way I interact with my friends. Now I have a new phone, I really need Facebook everywhere I go. A while back I installed the Mobile app. It sends me SMS messages when I get a wall post or message meaning I have both the phone to make calls, texts and now facebook in one device.
With new devices like the Iphone coming out, it is funny to think that I am never happier than with a really old crap phone in my pocket. It means that when I lose this one I don’t really care because it costs me nothing. It also shows how much I really care about new features in phones. I couldn’t give a crap if there is a the best camera in the world in my phone now, as long as I can make calls I am happy. So stick that in your pile and smoke it O2!
Amazing error message
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ‘ hot xxx galore’. While i clicked my fav’rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, ” ‘Tis not possible!”, i muttered, ” give me back my free hardcore!”…..
quoth the server, 404.
In case you didn’t heard, Apple’s much fated touch screen mobile phone the Iphone has finally hit the UK. It has only been a matter of days and I am already sick of the thing. The amount of press coverage this stupid little device has got makes me want to be ill. It seems to turn everyone from the press to the nerds into small children, who want to play with a new shiny toy. I can’t believe how much people are talking about this one thing. Has a fan of new and technology news particularly, the coverage of this small device has blown me away. The best example of this is BBC news website, which is one of the most trusted news web sites in the world, wrote a review. I asked you, how on earth is a review of a phone, news? I try and keep up to date with all the new stuff happening in the world of tech, but the news is all about the iphone. I used to really used to enjoy listening to tech podcasts like Buzz out loud and TWIT but it is nothing but pointless detail about this stupid phone and it is making my life a living hell.
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Personally I not a massive fan of fireworks. I always think that they go on for to long. So the long couple of years I have reallly put off doing anything interesting for the 5th of November. I big part of me doesn’t really understand the holiday, all about some guys who hates the government and wanted to kill lots of people. But this year, I go invited to a friend’s party where there would be fireworks. This time, for the first time in years, I was truly impressed with the fireworks, maybe it was the feeling of friends being around me and watching them or the fact that I was in a dark garden and they were closer and more personal to me, I don’t know. It felt like I was a child again and the magic of the fireworks was back.
With fireworks, come some amazing looking pictures and I really wish I had a good camera with me on that night but I didn’t. So check out the very few pictures I did manage to take with my Camera phone, viewing the new album on my flickr. Â Also see other pictures I have tagged fireworks.
Been going around Freshers fair as a second year I found a wonderful Society that I just had to join. The HUG SOC, is simply a club designed to make the world a better place with hugs. This society was so clever and so cute, it had to be joined. If you want more information or to join (kinda) check out the HUG SOC Facebook group.
Also, if your wondering about the random picture on this post, well I saw this picture on Flickr, thought that it was powerfully cute and needed to be on my site.
This post is in honnor of International Talk Like A Pirate Day which is t’celebrated every year on the 19th of September. So I would like to say Arrgghh to all Mateys and Ahoy to my Beauty.
This silly day gives me a chance to tell me my favorite joke
Why are pirate videos illegal?
Because they arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre�
I woke up today to discover a fly in my room. A simple plain little thing that I would normally play no notice to but for some reason it made me think. This poor fly was repeatly flying into the window pane trying to espace. I could not help but feel like that fly sometimes. That poor fly repeating beating it’s head trying hard to espace when it is impossible to get out. Feeling trapped in the path in life and not achiving my goal was something that happened to me in the first year of uni. However, what I admired about the fly was that it never gave up, it continued to hit it’s head and would repeat itself until it died. To it, not to keep trying is to die. I opened the window and freed the poor fly. I think that kind of drive is something that I should have, to be strong and not to give, even if it means I have to hit my head a couple of times.
As I long hair Uni student, this is a question that I ask myself all the time. As a student, you move around a lot and it is not unusual to change addresses three or more times. Most students still move home to their parents home for Summer and Christmas. It can be hard for people that are all over the place to feel at home. I have had this problem. Moving from home into uni halls of resistance was hard but not as hard as moving home. Returning from uni to what used to be home is one of the oddest feelings of my time. You walk around feeling like this is no longer home, like you have out grown the place. It feels really bad as you remember having a good times in this place.
HOME
a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
As a young man, I know that I am not really going to have a stable home. It is a case of changing my state of mind. Instead of thinking that home is where all my stuff is, it is where I lay my head. With this new state of mind, it comes a feeling on home sickness. Not having a true home means that your home sick even when your in your house. It is all just weird…
