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Ipod Video Audio-Video Nonsynching

2006-03-02T22:02:00.000+08:00

For a good 3 full weeks by using videora to convert files, i've realised that it has been giving me such non-synching rate between the audio and its video (try scrolling to the later part of the movie, viewing from the ipod)

Trying to solve the problems, from my research of frame rates in wikipedia to reconverting thouroughly again but to no avail until i realised this simple method reason why.

I have been using Videora with using its "input" frame rate - do not use that - it is not reliable - i am presuming that it uses a same number of frame rates for all data conversion which is why the difference in audio-video differences. Solution is simple.

1. Just right click on any .avi files
2. Check their frame rate.
3. Input the exact number for your videora presets. (do save a number of presets eg. 23 fps (frames per second),
25 fps and 29 fps - you'll find them useful when you see their respective frame rates to match your respective profiles.

Since then, i have no problems with the out-of-sync syndrome from videora, enjoy.

Man & Woman

2005-09-22T20:39:00.000+08:00

Better Blogs
So much about friendly cats, butches, and gays. WAIT. What did i stop at? Lesbians and gays - and that is it! Unlike my netmum whom i call "mother", the one who has been voted throughout her channel #sammiz (yes she's known as sammiz tan), who would go on to complain about anything she encounters - but for a good reason - if you've seen xiaxue, you've not seen better. Checkout her daily rantings @ http://www.livejournal.com/users/zimmas/ . Yes. My mother. As the word suggests, her vulgarities are damn class. Which is why, i tune in to her channel whenever i'm on irc, since 6 years ago, and have never had a time more fun than this. No SPG, no Furong-Jie-Jie, no xiaxue. Only Sammiz.

Ground-breaking Social Thesis
Back to the main question we were going to cover, I am going to give a very shocking theory against the other socialists, that lesbians and gays are actually good for the society. In the following paragraph, I'll let you have a clearer picture.

Human History
Throughout our ancestry from the generation of the apes, past the age of hunting woolly mammoths, and taming sabre-toothed tigers (whichever so seemed appropriate or otherwise), Man struggled, against all odds, have put up an neverending fight to ensure his survival. And that includes fighting for females, whether within the tribes, or cross-territorial wars. This animal kingdom behaviour, throughout the million years, have evolved from the basis of fist-to-fist handfight, to maces and shields, to Nuclear Warface today. (Well at least, we have finally realised that instead of fighting, we would be better off doing much more productive things, right? If Man thinks otherwise, i wouldn't be blogging right here today anyway.) From the ancient times, the comparisons of the chances of winning the early Early Woman, towards today, where the selectivity of a Man for which a Woman would need to find in, are as below:

Early Woman Criterion

Man - the bigger the better.
Man must own a better club. (not club momo or zouk. the one that has spikes on its end)
Man must know how to hunt and gather.
Man must appear more gruffier and more fierce.

Dumb Blonde or Bimbo Criterion

Must have the 5 C's, namely Condominium, Cash, whatsoever. Add that to a Posche. And you'll probably get a one night stand every time you visit a club ()

Rare, good girls Criterion

Man must be:

Kind
Gentle
Peaceful
Loving
Stability in the character of a man.
May not be filthy rich, but should provide for the family.

From the ancient times, well, what men want also have changed.

What the Ancient Man wants:

Fight for territory
Fight for females
Maintain territory & fend off enemies.

What the Modern 21st Century Man wants:

Money
Females
Fun

From the differences whereby the hardship the ancient man has to suffer, to the lavish modern lifestyle, where most of the people right now living in this planet, we are basically spoonfed. To the extent they enjoy the fun and conveniences that, some men & women do not see the need to procreate anymore. That is where gays, lesbians, and super-fat americans(this i will talk about later on) come in.

Broken down debates and assumptions
Anyway, in the quote "lesbians and gays are actually good for the society", you would have guessed what i meant. From a male perspective, i do not like the sight of a man and a woman getting intimate. It turns me off - i may as well be the one doing it, not watching. Whereas, if you take away the man, there you get 2 girls, (eg. person A likes watching straight porn, man with woman = enjoyment for person A), isn't it 2 times the enjoyment?

But here is the drawback. As a guy, isn't 2 girls pairing up meaning less girls to fight for and choose from? Well, you always have gays - the most straightforward solution to the modern-day gender-based social ecological imbalance. They may be disgusting to look at, 2 grown-up men being intimate with one another (if you have seen them on the streets - refer to my previous posts if you have not, and perhaps it would give you a clearer picture), but hey, isn't it 2 less men to compete with?

Sadly for Mankind, as difficult it is as to mention, true but definitely, our population is slowly going on a downward spiral, due to interesting behavioural patterns of gender-specific humans whom tend to stick to one another due to certain catalysts (traumatic experiences, bad relationship problems, "i do not like the opposite sex", whichsoever).

Worries and disgust aside, (and if you the true reason know why,) here's my toast to the ongoing rise of the local gay scene - YARMARN (if you've watched Russell Peters)!!

(After a long period of lay-off, i'd like to apologise to my faithful readers, whom checked my blog day in day out, for an update of my blog - this one's dedicated to all of you out there!)

The friendly cat

2005-09-02T16:34:00.000+08:00

Having past a whole full day of shopping for peripherals a buddy is needing for his 2 years National Service, walking home - i've come to stumble by to see a young, pre-"teenage" cat - cute little kitten, i thought.

After few while of caressing this softie, i feel obliged to perhaps bring it home - maybe of the momentuary emotional attachment to this little tough street being - only to fail my test - when i left, it followed for 1-2 metres, and left too. Well, it belongs to a territory of cats around the area - no hard feelings for me, but this leads to lots of more social theories revolving around humans all around us - different people whom, for which in particular likes the night dancing scene, which i call - they'd stick around for a short while, flirt around, and after that, calls this a day - go home, vomit, hangover, miss class, skip work. No or few contact afterwards. Intimate in a moment. Only for the fun and sake of it. Don't they have feelings in a place to stay?

That's why i don't "club". I have emotions. I have a soulmate.

The girl in white

2005-05-31T01:55:00.000+08:00

Mid-Afternoon, Friday 27th May 2005

Done with the meeting with the supervisor, my projectmates decide to leave first - to their own business apart of my own concern. I stayed behind, did some admin stuffs with the report layout, print some guitar tablatures, chatted online, post forum discussions and whatever not.

While my malay friends of the Mon/Tue group (bandmembers of the metal/hardcore/emo band - Near Fatal Explosion) were packing to go home after a hard day's work, 1 of the guitarists of the band exclaimed:

"Eh tengok! Perempuan di baju puteh ni tetek lagi besar!"
- Hafiz,Lead guitarist, loud & clear

"EH SIALLAH!"
- Hairi, the 2nd Lead guitarist
exclaimed, almost to his astounded delight

" WAH SIAL. MUMPOS!!"
- Sultan the Bassist, agreeing yet disgusted.

And of course, having known a little malay, i know what they were referring about. 2 classrooms away (there're glass panels in between so we can see what's happening in every class) students are settling down, so especially is the girl in white-shirt my friends were talking about.

(Oh, malay girl. No wonder lah. Haiyo.) - I thought.

So, i turned back to my laptop screen, to continue typing from there.

"Eh boon! The white girl in the room the breast very big!"
- Hafiz, vociferating, This time in English.

"Relax lah 'fiz, I cannot see malay girls lah, buddy"
- Me in a malay-ish casual & friendly tone, trying to
affirm trust, in this sense.

"Together see lah, eh big sial! ALAMAK!"
- Hafiz in a persuasive, matter-of-fact exclamation.

Hell, i thought. Don't they feel a least socially threathened, especially if any chinese guys admire their already-rare repetoire of muslim girls? Weird.

Ironic Civil Harmony - Sexuality

2005-05-31T01:15:00.000+08:00

Approx. 8:35 to 8:45 P.M., Sunday 29th May 2005.

Waking up late, spending most of the day trying to sleep and rejecting day appointments - I was literally shocked by a nearby thunder + lightning - within 200 metres of impact, i believe, to a whole-day long concussion. I need a head massage, instead of a Heimlich Maneuver *

Phone rang(plural)s, arranged for a coffee-retreat to Bishan. Took the bus, arrived first (rare, but true!)

As i was real damn early, I was poised to stay around the area waiting for the 2 gu-niangs (click the link, yeah, that's chip & kheng). Sat at a green railing right between the CPF building and the S-11 Coffeeshop. My mp3player track went to Nickelback's Someday and within seconds i was bopping to the rhythm and replaying for a few rounds. Looked at my watch - it points 8:40 P.M.

Following frantic singing and "air-strumming" & "air-drumming", little did i realise i caught the unwanted attention of a burly fit man walking with his guy friend, apparently. He looked at me with a weird look in his eyes as though he suspects somebody of microwaving his pandan leaf by the backyard (hey! not me!). He turned his head back straight as the pavement leads toward a darker turn.

Feeling out of place, i turned around - my turn to stare at him. I thought he would notice -

No he didn't. They were holding hands.

Gays in Bishan? Luckily i moved out. Save for the 2 gu-niangs who were soon to arrive, spitting meatballs on each other's soups, as i tell the story.

* A sidenote to my soulmate

Lottery struck me

2005-05-31T00:43:00.000+08:00

Approx. 18th May 2005, Afternoon.

Opening my eyes to a bland, mellow, not even the sky bothers to be coloured (The sun probably went to a pilgrimage trip to Mecca and dropped by to a hot Hawaiian holiday past Dubai fulfilling his duty of bathing Baywatch hunks & chicks to a inter-admiring tan), i totally didn't feel like doing anything. Not at all. (Awoke. Ate - food and the TV's radiation. Came up.) Until...

The Cat Shat on my file.

I literally froze, dumbfounded, and had my very own Blue Screen Of Death for a good 5 seconds, staring at the animal manure on my dear good and new guitar tablature file (yeah, bandmates, the grey one that we guys sing to and probably all of you had handled it)

Whiffed dizzy to the corner that stanked the cat-shit, I went downstairs, got a dustpan, broom, plastic bag, and had a hell of a difficult time clearing it.

Gave the much needed Baptism of Dettol™to everything around that could have vaporised due to incessant radiation from that rancid radioactive biochemical sub- end product of an animal's digestive system, I could finally relieve my bandmates, everybody else, and especially the most-striken of all victims,

Me. The lucky Chap.

4D, anyone?

A moment of ingeniosity

2005-05-28T01:21:00.000+08:00

After a bad/good day* of a pseudo-random binary sequential product times prime number, you suddenly feel like your rectal muscles have slightly retracted, your nerves triggering an alert to your caffeine-leaded brain, and you....
Just Need to Shit.

Having walked into the lavatory and have searched for the best-conditioned jaman (hokkien/teochew for the famed and familiar toilet bowl), you reached up to the bag-shelf inside the cubicle where you placed your Daily Evening News, heaved in a breather of settled-down tobacco filled air and bend down to scrutinise on the ceramic seat after you've pulled up both lids(including the one that people usually seat/squat on - you don't want your ass to be wiped with dog- or cat shit on some "lucky chap's" Bata shoe sole) ... and winced your eyes to a 2 by 2 foot square space.

Wah F***.

Normally as lost and with the what-the-hell-is-this-going-on screwed up mess that have almost put you to the brink of going burst, walk out and just settle for the last-cubicle(i usually avoid that one - there's been hell too many eerie stories that have been involved with that particular cubicle in most that i've heard of).

Out of NOWHERE,

A flashback on a page that I have recently read of, came to my mind, and of the given tools in the current situation, though i generally considered myself FUBAR-ed enough to have been stuck in this, the flashed phrase go:

"URINE AS AN ANTISEPTIC."
- The SAS Survival Handbook**

A steady stream of hot, sterile, sanitising fluid poured forth covering the whole surface of the ceramic causing all untamed externalities to either dissolve, washed away, or crumble beneath the cleansing qualities of the organic excretion.

An almost "in most situations ready" what you'll need checklist:
1. Instant Pee (not Mee)
2. Toilet Paper (subject to availability & urgency)

Sat down. The very pores of my skin and intricate follicles felt the very squeaky-cleanliness of the result(NOT as seen on TV) ing even shiny(internal photoresistor connected to every fine hair) ceramic seat - Savoured every moment of this moment of this heavenly delight. Absolute concentration on the newspaper.

Pants up, walking staggeringly onwards to the sink staggeringly after a refreshingly climaxifying*** experience, lightheadedly singing to a infamously melodious tune,

"The cleanliness on this seat is PISS. MY PISS."

* I'm neither an optimist nor a pessimist. I'm an Omnimist.
** Apparently somebody's kind enough to publish the whole book on the web - well
then, it could probably serve you well all in all if whatever the worse happens
- who knows, you can never take things for
granted.
*** No such word - Self interpretable.

Blogging Layout

2005-05-26T14:09:00.001+08:00

Over the the horizon right after a whizzing F-15T screams past the shell-battered warzone, a left-to-no-choice-i'm-truly-screwed-let-me-off-go-home-see-my-wife-and-children-please
Sergeant rants:

"Alright, recruits! Listen up! Time to buck up your blogging style! No lame shit stuffs telling the whole world that you're freaking bored/need a bl*****/need a girlfriend or whatsoever can't-grow-up-rants! "

Let this be my blogging style.

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2005-05-26T14:09:00.000+08:00

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