f a d e . . .

+Hacker's Manifesto+

2006-08-11T14:45:00.000+08:00

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three- piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual,but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

+++The Mentor+++

I Don't Know Why I'm Writing This

2006-08-11T14:41:00.000+08:00

Do not depend on people too much;
they are after all ordinary humans just like all of us.

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It is nice to have shoulders to cry on
It is wonderful to have someone who would listen to our grieves and joy
It is pleasant to have someone waiting for us at home
It is lovely to be cared and loved
It is astonishing to have someone who always thinks of us
But in the real life
Some of that .. may not happen to us

Or to make the matter worst
Some of us may not have any of those at all

For that matter
Do not wish too much to have shoulders to cry on
Do not expect too much to have someone to listen to your heart
Do not dream to have someone waiting for you at home
Do not give high hope to have someone to care and love you
Because when you anticipated too much and you failed
It would hurt you more than ever
The feeling of it would be agonizing
No words could portrait the damage done by “it”

Accept the reality that..
Some people were meant to be alone
Some people were destined to live in suffer
Some people just don't fate to embrace happiness

It is sad when people around us don’t know the real us
It is heartbreaking when people thought we were always happy
It is devastating when people thinks we were always lucky
It is so unfortunate when people know nothing about us
It is a tragic for them to learn that whatever they thought they knew about us
Were all wrong

Or perhaps those facts were not wrong
Only that, those were bunch of lies we been telling people
To fake people to make us look good
To fool people to make us feel better than them
To motivate people to become like us
To draw the standard between them and us
To make people think that we were always happy
Because we just hate to be sympathized

But the truth is
In the real life, we are actually..

Nobody..

The unwanted
The drifter
The black sheep
The loser
The dreamer

Truth sucks
But that is actually who I really am!

2006-08-11T02:44:00.000+08:00

Mariah Carey- Can't Take That Away From Me

They can't take that away from you, Rina :)

f a d e . . .

2006-08-09T00:42:00.000+08:00

i try to f a d e . . .