Ok, so I admit that the heading was a bit of a lie, a very big one actually. PC's were something like parents to me, I'm used to them like breathing water and drinking air, just for fun. Right now I have reached the transition point, with the arrival of my MacBook MA-700 model. There is a lot to learn, and a lot to relearn.

   Instantly, one will notice that the cosmestics are not the only stark difference from regular PC's. The Operating System for example, refuse to be referred to a house component that allows light and air to come in. Instead it's an animal; a cat or rather a TIGER. This is Apple's latest (not counting Leapord, which is still under development) OS for Mac's and let me tell you that the cat will not be tamed so easily.

   When using Tiger, you get the feel that it wants you to do things faster. It rushes you, because it's so streamlined and you're not. It wants to be pushed, and I found myself trying to keep up. With such a monster of a processor, everything zooms and zips by like you're in some time capsul.

    Alright, that's really just an exaggeration, but it is faster than my old PC's not-so-slow Pentium 4 HT 3.0GHz. So what if there isn't a discreet video card, I'm certainly not going to use it for gaming...much. It remains to be seen however, how much fun can I have with this book because it's just 2 days old from first boot.

    Right now, it's going back with me to campus. I hope that nothing will happen to it. Now I got a bit of feel when parents send their cute children to school. Well, at least I get to come along and hopefully this will the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

    However, I admit that Tiger, as powerful as it is, is still not enough for some of my tasks. The Mac does come with a lot of software, but not enough. I had to search for codecs for it to play my anime and videos properly. But I guess that I can always revert to XP to play them. Right now it does play almost everything (VLC rocks man, seriously) except anime that has embedded subs in their container (or soft subs).

    Installing XP was relatively easy (though very lengthy, thanks to the need to use FAT for the partition), and there are indeed some problems still unsorted, like the battery indicator won't install at all, and that my visual basic needs a DOS component which is a big no-no for macs. I'm still sorting out what works and what doesn't work, really.

    Packing time. So guess I'll be updating this later with more quirks about my macbook. I love it.

    Before I begin today's rambling, in case there's another person other than me reading this most personal blog, would I like to remind you that this space here is really for my own venting and not to entertain any readers. If you must read this, by all means, you're welcome to. However, please be aware that I would not hold back here. If there's someone who has angered/crossed/pissed me off, then they are going to get it here, no holds barred. If you somehow become the receiving end of my grunting, you've at least know better.

   So i found this no-brainer program here: a name-personality-matcher. What you do is input your name and the program tells you what kind of person your name reflects. Doing so with my name yielded my name yielded this result *ahem*:

" Sensitive and sentimental, you can't help feeling depressed when someone hurts you. Shy and reserved, you avoid talking themselves. You are true friends, hard workers, and traditionalists. You miss not having the protection and security you had as children. Home-loving you usually feel like spending time with your families and prefer being being at home to being to a party."

   While I admit that I will probably believe any output, the first line is the most spot-on diagnosis that I've been given. Indeed, I can't believe that a simple flash module can tell me how I would behave in real-life. Coincidence or not, this is indeed the kind of person I am. Patient I may be, but I'm put down easily by every little small imperfection in my day. It is at this point that I look back at my actions three weeks ago and wonder.

    "Have I done the right thing?"

    That whole weekend went quite downhill, quickly, and with a suitable last-nail-in-the-coffin to seal it off. I was feeling especially upset and angry, but at the same time, I cannot find anyone to really feel comfortable to confide to. My best buds in campus were already tied-up, so they're not the type I expect to understand my predicament. In a way, this blog became some sort of bulletin of my sad love-life, to save me the trouble of telling everyone how she shot me down that fateful night.

   Make no mistake, I do not find any fault with her decision. However, how she handled the situation afterwards left a lot to be desired. Plus my oblivious friends added more salt to my wounded soul, and yet I cannot blame them because of something they don't know. There was really no hope, I considered her answer to be final and thus will not pursue her any further. I may be tired of running away, but I'm not one to thread on broken glass. Some distance would be good, but yet I cannot avoid the fact that we live in Ipoh, which means that sometimes going back together is always in the cards.

    Looks like I'm out of time for now, a meeting beckons, maybe I will continue this another time.