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Well, it's been a fricking long ass while since I've even written an entry. And since my computer's been busted for the past few weeks it would make sense that I would'nt write a thing. But now I'm back, Linux is flyin'.

Check out this *SUPER* hotty: Alessandra Ambrosio : hot damn 10/10
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Linux sucks when you're FORCED to fricking use it!!! Dammit... I need to fix my keyboard character mappings, cause I can't fricking backspace!

I'm out like a pizza
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check out my latest project: Virtu

I start interning next week @ Computer Training Academy. I am totally stoked!
CTA

I AM 92% GEEK.



UBER GEEK! My mad skills would make Linus
Torvalds shake in his boots. But I seldom,
if ever, get laid. Well, there are always the
web-cam girls!

Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com!

I am the last to bed... the last to rise...
'Tis amazing how time flies...
Save a moment ago the sun was shining...
Too late, for me... for I miss the warmth...
Too cold... too much sorrow... too much hate...
Lips of orange crispy wind...
Biting at my swollen cheeks...
Sweating for those far gone peaks...
Light escapes and sings with the birds...
From peak to valley and into a cloud...
Lifting above me a soggy shroud...
But sadness returns...
Questions resolve, revolve, evolve...
The question burns... my soul achurns...
Oh, woe... oh, woe...
Oh, woe hath fallen on me like ash...
Choking chunks of charred wood gnash...
Ribbons of smoke... spinning and diving...
Riveting wallows upon me contriving...
Of ponder, of plea... of sulleny...
Count hours... count time... forever, nay!

A man not meant to count the days till death!
A man not meant to live to die!
A man not meant to _not_ wonder why!
A man not meant to blunder and cry...

but to rise up... out of the depths...
and realize... his own faith...
his own way... his own tao...
his own say...
For we will be judged... in time...
But for now, who be the better judge than a conscience?
Who better than to pressure I, than I, alone?
Who better?
Us. We. All I's.
Him.
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ekn

I did one prototype tonight... it's static, but I'm still getting the touch of it... my flash skills are become more professional looking and much more conservative... yet the artistic aspect for content creation exists and the urge is returning. Things can only get better.

http://www2.hawaii.edu/~ericnaka/projects.html

Well, well, well... a monkey has wobbled into the realm he has no legs and has no arms... he lives in a box. A little girl with problems too wandering round and feeling blue. Then there's a start... and there is no end.

Tell me what you fscking think...
If not I don't care... you don't even have green hair!

Well, it's truly been a while since I've updated the site... I haven't been doing much lately. So I guess that's why I've ignored the site... I may redesign it in a few weeks if I am motivated enough... but I'm pretty down now. You know how it is when you dig a chick... Usher -- You got it bad... Usher -- You remind me of a Girl All those damn songs... hehe... *sigh*... I hope she calls me up tonight... Adding one more item to my wish list.. is this book... http://www.thinkgeek.com/stuff/books/32ee.shtml And this t-shirt... rm -rf /bin/laden Oh, I saw "Hearts in Atlantis" over the weekend... it was pretty good... then again anything is fun when you're in a state of love imbued euphoria... right?

If you really loved me you'd get me this shirt... hehe. All your base are belong to us. hehe... I still think it's funny.

Some poem... I want...
http://www.acheron.org/articles/index.cfm?fuseaction=dsp_article&article=20000519180111H&page=1

Well, instead of posting my opinion on the current situation of the country, I've decided to post some prototypes I found while rummaging through my UHUNIX account.

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Mouse prototype... here
Drawing in Flash #2
Here is a link for system tweaking : http://www.sysopt.com/

I added a huge load of JavaScript into the site. Now most general links provide a small amount of information. I also added it to my email address link so that people have an idea of what the link does. *sigh* Other than that, the site is working great... time to work on more Flash... good night world... [-_-]

From the beginning, I've been receiving chaff for my choices in education . . . In the upcoming weeks I plan to not only prove that my decisions are logical, but to also prove that I have a plan... "Oh yes, I have a plan!"

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Here is my most recent Dr'ash... Drawing Flash... pretty simplistic in nature and only highlights manipulating library object instances... Check it out here.

I finished another prototype. I call it "Thiquid," check it out here.

I, also, added an entry line in the xmlTest promo to allow for remote XML file loading(it's not currently working, though [~_~]).

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Well, my first day in Alu Like's HTI's ITM class has been very exciting. I met about 15 other members of the class. Many of them don't have too much in-depth knowledge of hardware and software dealing with computers. I hope to help my fellow class members by helping them out when they run into issues, teaching them what I know, and by being a positive role model.

I do not think I can describe the feeling one receives from being in at HTI(formerly Honolulu Computing Training Center), the atmosphere is safe, positive, and active. I know I will learn much from the upcoming weeks.

I am thinking about desiging a web page/app for delivering my homework, journals, and or other reflective work over the Internet. I won't be using the main page, however, since this is more for my more public accounts; my private thoughts and reflections on HTI and the ITM class and it's members will be posted elsewhere. If I get ambitious enough I'll think about opening it up to the public(based on amount of interest).

Anyway, aside from that, I'm about to go to sleep. I need to sleep much earlier now that class begins at 8:00am. Aiya! I need to catch a bus @ 6:00am. Nonetheless, I will do it. My first step will be to log off earlier--meaning now.

Good noit'.

So you think you can beat me for the most clutter possible? Check out my desktop... People always do a double take when they walk by my computer screen. It's as if the amount of icons is a magnet drawing them into a hypnotic transcending box. They float into the subconscious world and slowly waft through the dreams in false realtities that plague and placate such a whimsical place--Then they realize that it's just a computer screen : here's clutter.

I finally figured out that the XML generated by XMLSpy and many other browsers just don't cut it when dealing with Macromedia Flash 5.0. I built some XSLT files and transformed my data into plain old text, absent are the line breaks and tabs. Nonethless, the file works... check it izzzzout!!! It's fudging bomb!

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Patch-Worked Dreams : PWD prototype #1 [here]

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http://honoluluhelpwanted.com

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I haven't been online too much this weekend. I've been toying with Flash 5.0 at home. I'm prepared to convert lots of my notes into XML format. Then, I'll read them in with my Flash front end. It looks great, but functions horribly. I spent about 5 hours, today, trying to figure out what some example code did. Now that I'm understanding it better--the limitations of Flash aren't too bad--I'll be able to do a longer stint using Flash. Who knows? Maybe now I'll get hired for my good looks.

Since I am no longer a UH student I will be downloading my entire account to my home PC. It's amazing what that my 56k modem is downloading text files upwards of 10k/sec(thank goodness for compression algorithms). I considered tarballing the site, but ran into some problems with the file quota(16/20/22mb current/quota max/real max) so I'm letting CuteFTP 4.2 download my entire site. All of my ICS 212, 211, 141, 111, 101 homework--sick isn't it, no placement exams for ICS(fsck!)--neatly placed on my compooter.

I don't know when I'll be getting a notice to clean out my account, but from my experience it's usually 1 year after your last semester at the school. So, theoretically, I have upwards of six-months or so. Nonetheless, I don't plan to continue UHUNIX as my ISP. I'll be looking for a new place to host my site in the coming weeks. Once a server is found, I'll be moving all my files back online. I don't know if my overall presence on the web will be muted for a while, but it may as well happen.

From the trenches--me.

It's another Sunday morning. The sun flows through the living room windows reflecting off the waxed tile-floor. The soft tunes of morning radio fill the air. It is almost as if I am in a dream. I know I am not in a dream because the events have all happened before--not the exact events, but similar ones. My mom, my sisters, and whoever slept over at our house the night before all get ready for the trip to Sunday mass.

I was raised a Catholic. My mother and my grandmother all are frequent visitors to church and celebrants in Sunday mass. But as for me I rarely go anymore. I do not know why. I am thankful for the things God has provided me, yet I do not have the motivation to dress up and go to church. Sometimes I feel as though being raised as a Catholic has put me in a weakened position. I have developed a horrific guilt-system. Its power over my life is very odd. Perhaps some call it a conscience, but I call it a weakness, and a strength.

Being raised as a Catholic has provided me with many positive virtues. Yet, I cannot stop to think that this is a double-edged sword. On the upswing I think twice before doing something that is ethically and morally wrong. Yet, on the downside, I tend to think and rethink approaches and actions resulting in lots of wasted time spent meandering through choices in life. It is not to say that this is bad or good, but, instead, this is quite a confusing life to live.

I am, however, thankful for having the ability and experience of living my life in a religous setting, but being a critical thinking person I see too many contradictions in "going to church" and "living a catholic life." The two are at ends for many people I know. Many people I know live their lives in a hypocritcal way. They tend to think they know best when it comes to the choices of youngsters, yet in reality most of their choices are not directly related to their choices, instead their opinions come from their failures--hindsight is 20/20.

My goal in life is to live an ethical life where I can be more able to confront issues and handle them in ways that--twenty or thirty years down the road--I can still hold to my choices. Mayhaps these ideas are all part of growing up. Perhaps others have similar thoughts? I do not know. But at least I have a goal that, aside from religous beliefs, I may aim for to live a correct and perhaps affable life.

I hope that this does not make me sound as if I hold myself in a higher regard, but instead I hope to learn from others' mistakes and in turn prevent new ones from happening.

Funny how your friends never seem to log on when you are really bored. I guess this further proves the belief: "The world does not revolve around me." How unfortunate, though, that life isn't like that. With all the wars going on in foreign countries--ethnic wars, drug wars, wars imbibed by propaganda, wars against the minority--it's hard to not think about their effect on my life.

I do not know of too many people who have lived in a warring environment. I did, however, know of a guy, for a short time, who had been living in a small town in the Phillipines. He witnessed death and chaos and it was disheartening listening to his story. He talked about how he saw dead bodies, bloodied puddles, and crumbling buildings. It made me think hard about the way I lived my life. Yet, now, I barely remember his name or his face, instead I remember the way he carried himself, the soft tone of his voice, and the overall femininity of his persona.

Is it safe to say that, perhaps, war, upon the few, pressures them further into their state or nature; that a child affected by the perils of reality and the violence of war would one day grow up to hate war and live a introverted lifestyle; that a persons nature(introverted or extroverted) is more highly pronounced in those who witness war firsthand; or perhaps regardless of a personality--affable, procacitous, vulgar, etc--once hewn into the miasma of war becomes reclusive and introverted? Many questions truly arise as we contemplate the realities of today's society.

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Reflective Haiku
Falling; hitting dirt
Straining colors--explosions
Lighting bloodied eyes

Child witness--young fear--
Standing, seperated life
Grasping reality-threads

Lighted, peering out,
Staring, hate--spreading lostness
Motherless children

Wandering lost soul
Sulked-shouldered victimity
Stepping in mistakes

Eyes--on sky affixed--
Reborn into love sprinkle
Powdery sadness released

Liberating choice
Hidden forever within
Surface in time-needs

-- EKN

I've added a Splash screen to the my starting page--index.html. Hopefully, this will keep me ranked lower in the Nethogs logfile by using less network resources. Since those ITS folks monitor every network transfer--Bog Brither, wot?--!!!

Flash has some major advantages... the ease of content creation is extremely high--and heck it looks nice.

If only UHUNIX--my ISP--had CGI script support things would be great, but they don't so I need to figure out another way to use Flash's advanced features.

I wrote a paper on File Directory Structure, take a gander at it | here.

It was quite an enlightening experience--no not a buddhist/hindi nirvana deal--a very expanding and exciting one. I enjoyed drawing the little diagrams and writing in a style that makes so much sense. I never noticed how logical English grammar really is. Although I still have a lot of chapters to read in my "Little Brown Handbook"--a great read--ISBN 0-321-03797-9. And am quite excited by my newfound excitement and self-realizing perspective. Too put it frankly, I've had many issues regarding the correct use of grammar to create logical and correct sentences. Sadly, until today, I never knew what a predicate was. ;)

People must think I'm bipolar by now, with all my helter-skelter comments--oh well! :)

So, read on... explore...
Never shut the door.
For open is it always,
My love does never floor. -- me

Before I bore you with my thoughts, I thought I'd let you know that I've added a link to a friends page. His site is full of lots of interesting information. Oddly, I learned more about his internal workings from this webpage than from being around him. Please visit his site : here, or check out the links page.

I have, also, completed my Career Transition Program at Alu Like, Inc. : HTI and have been accepted into the ITM program! I'm totally stoked.

I start Tuesday, September 4, at 8:00am!

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"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
-- One of My Favorite Authors -- Lewis Carroll -- From Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There--"The Walrus and the Carpenter"--1872

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The room was full of laughter--
As normal as is lunch.
Yet, sitting in the corner,
Was the man without a hunch.

He wondered near and where,
He placed his favorite chair.
For pressed beneath his bum
Lay a contraption quite dumb!

It flapped and foggled; wibbled and wobbled,
And shivered--when poked.
Wondering, too, it did sometimes
As to who was the lousy bloke.

The guy in the corner did not mind
He hardly looked askance.
For in his heart he knew he'd find
A rag to seat his pants.

Too soon it occured, that a year had passed him by,
The mountains had barely stretched to wake, or opened an eye.
Nothing was resolved as he sat there without a bunch,
The man in the corner, the one without a hunch.

The guy of the corner had learned it all.
He twiddled and studied data,
But soon his mouth would fill with gall
And he would meet the beta!

The beta was a technodweeb--
His hands were all in knots
He hardly moved, or went to feed.
They blamed--CTS clots!

"So true it is," said the hunchless guy--
Still sitting in the corner--
"You are my match. I will not lie,
I will not be the reformer."

The beta, scared and full of fear, snivvlingly retorted--
"The smile I show: shows me not so. Your brawn is under-reported!"

He whined, he whinnied, he did anything to please.
He irritated, he angered, and ended on groveling knees.

"I'll run as far; I'll scream as loud; I'll jump to any height!
I'll squeal delight, I'll serve it right, to not, with you, affight!

The two at ends, did then walk away,
And meet again at lunch.
They talked and ate--a wonderful day--
To end: a filling brunch!

Time did slowly pass.
Quite odd things,
The chair did amass.

A chair quite new,
Fresh, but made to woo.

Now the guy in the corner, languidly relaxes,
It supports his brawn and eventually does his taxes!

The chair does stand and brush his feet,
In time it grew quite fat,
And chomp on crumbs--for one should eat--
When someone is--on--sat.

Recently, I've realized that I have been struggling to find solace. I have been using this site as a place to vent my frustration perhaps for my Beta/Gamma/Delta male tendencies. Unfortunately, a lot of my tension isn't necessarily resolved or freed by doing this site. Instead, tension is released when I enter something in this box. What an amazing world?!?

No, seriously. I really enjoy letting my anger or frustation out in this virtual journal. However, my problems also occur because my tendency to dichotomize my thoughts and feelings.And, instead of writing in this block, I focus on the back-end, the CSS, the HTML, the XML, the XSL, the XHTML, the Schema, the Forms, the CGI's, the Applets, the Servlets, B2B, B2C, but what about the Me2Me? What about doing things for myself, and not puppeting in front of a faux audience; posing in front of a virtual room of dummies and scarecrows.

I normally get angry when I don't receive email about something I'm concerned with. Lately, it's been this site. I've spent lots of time tweaking my code and correlating my colors--I want a bumpin' site. But, as I've noticed in the past, about myself, I forget the most important thing. The essence of any piece of art--be it fine or rough, of clay or enrondure1.

One may be led to believe that a persons journal is not art. But, if you have ever kept one and enjoy unleashing your feelings -- onto a small space of memory with a web-journal or blogger, to even a on-sale black-and-white composition book -- it is a major tension reliever. It is as if endorphins are released into your blood stream.

Then again that's just me... :).

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Tomorrow is my interview with a panel of folks from HTI. I hope I am allowed into the program. The Alu Like - HTI environment is such a positive one. I enjoy being there, meeting new people, and learning new things about myself and about different practices in todays tech-savvy workplace.

It is getting exorbitantly late and my eye lids are feeling heavy -- one just hit the floor. To the world adieu.

Isn't it amazing how just the slightest argument in the morning can ruin an entire day? Why bicker about it? Why complain, too? Well, because it just makes me pissed to think someone can just f*** up your day with the simple mutterance of a few words like "get out of my room," "hurry up," "you just wasted 15 minutes of my time," "don't use my bathroom," and a few other morale busters.

Thanks maw!

So, you want to learn some bomb1 word creations of mine? Well, sit right down and take a look!

I'm out! Time for class! And, as usual, I'm late again.

Well, I've been toying with my CSS again. I just don't seem to stay satisfied for too long... this new look, though, reflects my slight melancholy mood.

And since most folks won't f***ing comment on my site anyway . . .


. . . this web site subluxation is merely for my own masochistic pleasure. Wow, look at the time! It's f***ing 1:43 in the a.m. ! Class starts in 7h17m so it's time for me to hit the sack... and dream if I can...

Rhyming words for sport
Writhing over unknown love
Sad friend share and ease

Good night to those who read the words that were created by my nimble fingers... dancing over plastic cubes... applying pressure... to complete a circuit... sending digitized signals... over a cord... into a motherboard... over a bus... onto some ram... saved to a hard disk... parsed by a wysiwyg... encoded... modulated... demodulated... decoded... modded... moved... stored... queried... encoded... uploaded... sent... downloaded... parsed... formed... drawn... and read. Thanks.