Thoughts-Dark and Fair

Flash N900 - Factory Clean

2011-07-29T07:42:00.000-07:00

Pre flashing setup (Only for Win 7)
1. Switch Off
2. Connect phone to USB with 'u' pressed.
3. Insall inf-wizard.exe from http://talk.maemo.org/showpost.php?p=849980&postcount=20
4. Switch off after installation.

Flashing
1. flasher-3.5.exe -F RX-51_2009SE_10.2010.13-2.VANILLA_PR_EMMC_MR0_ARM.bin -f
2. Connect phone to USB with 'u' pressed.
3. Unplug phone, switch off by taking battery out.
4. flasher-3.5.exe -F RX-51_2009SE_20.2010.36-2.004_PR_COMBINED_004_ARM.bin -f -R
5. Connect phone to USB with 'u' pressed.
6. Phone restarts automatically.

Flashing finished.

Another countdown...

2010-04-29T05:56:00.000-07:00

Countdown To

Change is coming...

2010-04-28T09:19:00.000-07:00

about:config changes after new FF installation

2010-03-05T22:38:00.001-08:00

tabs close button
tabs width
urlbar clickselectsall

Sri Lanka does it, Can we?

2009-01-02T07:47:00.000-08:00

Sri Lanka broke in to the town of Kilinochi, the stronghold and breeding place for LTTE. They've conquered a major bastion. They're celebrating it as a victory. And celebrate they should.

They had the heart and ass to take it full on against the forces that are anti-national and give it right back to them. They lost a lot of men, resources and had to face a lot of ire from our hypocritical pseudo secular shitheads who had no business poking into 'internal business' of another country (the same way they said Pakistan had no business poking into our 'internal business').

The country (SL) stands proud today for the men at the top felt obliged enough to stop pissing meaninglessly from their mouths like our 'honourables' and show some action.

This time when terrorists stabbed the heart of my nation, the politicos were happy. Happy because this time they had an enemy to diss who every one of us likes to blame, Pakistan.

I'm no Pakistan fan.

But I think I hate our double standard-ed 'netas' even more. All this time in 2008 we got repeatedly attacked and we had only us to blame, no scapegoats. But did that turn into any action? Were any terror cells located inside our land dismantled by Indian security forces? Were terrorists brought to law and prosecuted. Were the terrorists already in custody and already convicted given their punishments.

I don't think so. Then how come our spineless government opens up the big shady mouth and starts preaching lessons of action and sternness to someone else?

And when somebody does something against these piles of scum, the entire set of 'righteous', 'secular' and 'humanly right' people stand up and start shouting nonsense.

I'm getting pretty sick of what's happening around me.

I've decided not to tell anyone, including the mighty Goverment of India what I want... what makes me feel safe in my country, what makes me proud of my country... what makes me.

I've decided to try and find my own ways to improve the situation around me. Scream loud so that anybody who cares also and if they want to listen to me, may be do something on their parts too.

I've decided to make my country proud.

... More to come.

PS: It started from something, ended far away from what my intentions were at the start.

C compiler cannot create executables... Ubuntu

2008-12-26T17:35:00.000-08:00

Faced this problem while setting up the gtk dev environment.

at ./configure the following error was thrown:
C compiler cannot create executables

SOLUTION:
sudo apt-get install build-essential

Embrace...

2008-09-22T09:12:00.000-07:00

I hold a match in my hand. It's burning, from one end, the furious end. On the other is my hand... And, me. My fingers form a circle, never ending, no ends... eternal?

Pain they say is subjective. The one on your body can kill you. The one in your heart can shatter you, eternally.

The flame is over it's initial outburst... but does that mean the pain has subsided, is reduced, over? The burning isn't over yet. It goes on and it burns. It hurts. The pain doesn't go, it grows.

Why should I be facing this pain, why this fate, why me... But then, why not?

Half the match is burnt, but the burnt end doesn't give up, it hangs on, hot, ashen black. It can't burn anymore, but it can scald, still... hurt you, still... may be even kill you, or even worse...

Half the match is burnt, but is half the pain over... ? Does a circle have an end?

Smoke issues, grey and transparent... is that my life... grey and transparent? Is that me... grey and transparent?

Smoke issues, grey and transparent... diffues in the air... but, does it vanish? I can still smell it, it's burning my eyes... I cough, water runs down my face... saline...

Time passes, but I still can't breathe deep, it hurts... the smoke remains, in the air... inside me... dark!

The match is coming to an end... its end. But, at its end it is my begining. I can't let go, I can't leave, save myself, can't remember to forget... I've forgotten to remember. The pain doesn't forget... it remembers to pain.

The flame reaches the-end-of-the-match-the-start-of-me.

The pain shoots, orgasmically, reaches peaks, searching for greater highs... heights...

I realise, it could be worse, I let go...
I realise, it could hurt more, I embrace...
I realise, it could be unending, I end my voilence, I end my pain...
I realise, I could love my self.

Rest The Night

2008-05-03T13:15:00.000-07:00

Sleep, Fall asleep, Feel sleepy, Sleep

Drowsy, Sleep

Close eyes, Yawn, Sleep

Drown, Swim, Go Under, Cross the River

Stand, Fall Over, Break a Bone, Sleep

Hand in Hand, Buried in Sand

Warm-Hot-Sweaty Brows, Frozen Fingers Sleep

Run

Fast

Reach

Nowhere

Rest the Night, Wake up Tired, Sleep

Sleep

A Kiss of White, A Cloud of Black

Black Eyes, Black Light

Windswept Hair, Venomous Bite

Red Blood on Hands, Escape, Sleep

Slow Down, Stop, Breathe

Lie Down, Cover Up, Warm, Forget

Rest the Night, Sleep

Sleep