deja vu
End of 20six blogging
So this is it. I've found what I want at 27. Friendly vibe as that of the old 20six and user-friendliness as that of the old 20six. The new platform now appears acceptable to me. But being an old timer gang, I'm more adept at doing things I like in a way that I feel comfortable. To some extent, I confess that I didn't give more chances to the new platform. I'm sorry but I've always been a rigid arse. I want to thank PeteJ for so patiently giving me so much help upon the big change. He was the 20six star and I wish I had been allowed to give him sweeties. I also want to thank those whoever took their trouble to read my writings, regularly or occasionally or even accidentally. Please feel free to pop over the following new place where I will keep up posting. And thank you for your time. http://www.platform27.co.uk/mikez
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Test
Still nowhere as near as a pleasing layout. And I just cannot get used to the new platform. Yes yes it takes time no one got used to it overnight. Call me a stubborn arse or whatever you wish. Techies could get it into their stride but who am I? This place might be dying into a tomb, with part of my history buried inside.
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Solved
This is it. No entries squishing to the left. But it still looks a bit weird...
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SOS
May Day! Someone help!
I copied some HTML codes of several different layouts and being uncomfortable with them I then deleted them all. But when I got back to the defualt 20six layout choices there seems to be no way that they work for me and now as you can see my page gets all squished to the left. Nor fonts or colours work! How can I return to the old look for example the "simple"?
There's no way that I restart blogging on the new system without a comfortable layout.
Help...
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HTML templates wanted
There is no way for me to accept the current layout choices. I'll get some HTML template that makes my blog layout look tolerable, if not decent.
Still a bit desperate. Not everyone has been around yet. I feel I am screaming from the bottom of an unfathomable abyss as I am typing in this rough sandbox. My voices reach to no one. Yet my wrist hurts from typing. I am now off for some rest.
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emmm...
It seems that things are getting better. I have been desperate for the past several hours and I feared this new system might crush. Now after a bit of getting used to it, I have adjusted my blogging habit(not fully though) to this awful platform.
Now I will take more efforts to see how to decorate my layout.
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Sucks
I don't like this new system at all! I hate it here!
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The end
So finally 20six is coming to an end. They said there is going to be a brand new 20six platform on which everything can just go on. The fact is, with that, everything will just be different. Nothing would be the same. Of course I will keep up with this nonsensical-plethera-of-rubbish blog. But who knows. When you are in love with one thing and comfortable with every single feature of it, you simply are. There is no way for you to just walk away from it and be blind with your two-plus years' memory. All the words, pictures, favourites, links ...
So I am here to put a few words down before it gets too late. The last few words in my classic 20six.
Now, sittinng in the dim bedroom only lit by the computer display, I can't be bothered to even backup when you realise that you are appoaching a dead end of the corridor, and that you will only be able to browse your previous entries from the harddisk. Yet I know I will backup all my posts sooner or later and then leave them deserted until the new softeware comes up to take them over.
I won't cross my fingers or toes or nostrils or anything to pray for a not-so-buggerish system upgrade. Even if they could hear my rant or everyone else's, they will still go ahead without giving a glance at us. The gun has been loaded. And they are about to pull the trigger.
20six is dead.
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We live in a world ...
... where most artificial things have been shaped by a sharp blade. Someone left me a comment on an entry that I did about a year ago. The comment is like this:
... ... Remember everything you see around you has been shaped by a sharp blade even the plastics are blown in a mould that was shaped by a sharp tool. The only things that are not are natural ie wood. fish and weasels.
In an instant I thought he could be a naturalist and I think he[edit: his statement] made a sense. Nature built up her laws not in lines or other rectangular forms which we are so very much used to but in circles, spirals, meandrous forms... anything natural. While Human prefers the straight, despite its very own presence as a child of Nature. Sadly, the spoiled child has been blasphemous against its mother in every way.
End of rant. I intend not to ruin your good appetite for your straightened ties or chocolate bars. And you may as well want to see the irony(or shall I say 'amusement' in a softer tone) behind this seemingly eloquent comment. Just move the cursor over here.
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Nightmare...
I got horrified last night.
After supper, I felt very sleepy and my head was so dizzy that I had to give up my reading. So I walked into my room, got on my bed and fell into slumber in what was like half a minute. That was around 8.00pm. When I woke up from my first two and a half hours of sleep at 10.30pm all lights were off and needless to say that every family member had gone to sleep. Even the potted gardenia and those lousy cockroaches. *yike*
I went into the bathroom to get my teeth brushed and my face cleaned up. Then I went back into my room, hoping I could just keep on sleeping until sun light shines on me. But I was wrong. My mind had become sharply clear like a newly polished plate. I was nowhere near as fatigued as two hours and forty minutes before and there was no way that I slept for another six stright hours. So I put on the mp3 earphones and listened to some hideous call-in programmes in which troubled men and women are allowed to make enquiries about their unsatisfying sex life. *Ahem*
About one and a half hours later, I killed the radio and finally decided to sleep. So I fell asleep again. But it was from this moment on that the nightmare had been on.
You know perfectly well that you were lying in bed and your eyes were shut. But the thing was, for some reason you were scared and you could even see your every move--struggling to wake yourself up by raising your eyelids, trying your best to scream out but totally in vain, etc.-- which was the dreadful bit. In an illusion, I even felt that I rose from my pillow and then gradually lied down with my head pointing to the opposite end of the bed. I remember clearly that there was a moment I did manage to have my eyes open but couldn't move my body. In short, it was not strictly a nightmare in which your adversary chases you with a sword swinging in hand or anything. It was more like a self-induced hypnosis.
I can't recall the critical moment when I woke myself up. I just remember sitting still on bed to strighten myself up and walking to swith on the light. I turned on my mobile phone to see it was 3.05am. The rest of the night I slept with the light on.
It still makes my hairs on my back stand on end as I am typing and looking back on the horrible subconscious state that occured to me last night. You never know why it happens to you and I doubt the most achieved psychiatrists have any idea. Perhaps I shouldn't have listened to those wretched men on the call-in...
EDIT: According to the symptoms, I think I just had sleep paralysis. Many thanks to emmm for the knowledge.
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Ideal Relationship...
Ok I stole it from Aline. This test says the ideal relationship for me is ...marriage!
You've dated enough to know what you want.
And that's marriage - with the right person.
You're serious about settling down some time soon.
Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!
Upon seeing the outcome, I was amazed in disbelief. People in the know could tell that I have a long-standing phobia for marriage and its derivatives: children, mortgage loan payment, family ... I am far from mature to be ready to settle down. Still, it remains just a dreadful idea, a certain phobia. If one day this phobia were sharpened into a hatred, the distorted title on my picture of marriage would be replaced by one single word: misogamy.
Mi-sog-a-my n. hatred of marriage: an aversion to marriage and the married state.
Mi-sog-a-mist n.
(Definition from MSN Encarta. Cambridge Online Dictionary yields no result for the term. An Americanism?)
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Chopsticks or Knives and Forks?
I am talking about privacy. And this is no news. I only desire a simple answer from you kind readers: do lovers need a little inner space of their own where harmless secrets can rest without fear?
I'd like to categorise lovers into A Pair of Chopsticks and A Knife and Fork. Two Chopsticks make a couple but one makes nothing whilst A Knife is always a Knife so is a Fork and they too unite to make a couple.
I have been keeping this blog for more than two years and had never reveal it to my ex. Perhaps I had been too close and intimate to her therefore had wanted some free air out of her scrutiny. I don't have many friends with whom I could share my deepest emotions nor am I the type of person who share easily. I am prone to solitary musings.
Here, there are these entries my ex has never reached and maybe she never will. Still, I need it for my own and I don't think I had ever cheated on her. Why would I? We, in the first place, are independent individuals responsible for ourselves. I was responsible for my true feelings before taking care of ours. I need certain detachment in a relationship. Detachment widens my eyes and helps me see things more clearly. I am A Knife and Fork but my ex is A Pair of Chopsticks. Partly why we broke up.
A Pair of Chopsticks or A Knife and Fork? What is your choice?
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