Tuesday, June 13, 2017

samsung internet browser with chrome bookmarks

I never used the stock internet browser of my galaxy phones. For the longest time, I simply use Google Chrome because I want my bookmarks from my desktop browser readily available on my phone. It would be too much of a hassle to build folders of bookmarks from scratch.

I just discovered there is a work around. One would just have to add the extension called Samsung Internet on their Chrome desktop. Once logged in (using the same credentials you used on your phone of course), it will automatically import all your bookmarks. Sweet.

So far, the Samsung Internet Browser works fine for me with no hiccups. I must say it is a tad faster than Chrome too. I also like how some of the functions are just below the page for easy access. 

But what I really love about this browser is that it supports ad block extensions. Isn’t that neat? My only gripe about this app is its icon that resembles the planet Saturn. Way before, it was just a globe. Based on the advertisement of the app, the current icon also represents Earth- just spinning around. Lame.

Friday, June 09, 2017


I am. For the longest time I suppose. I have never been truly happy. Like 24/7 kind of happy, Sure I have a couple or two moments of pure bliss. But that’s what they are. Moments.

Most of the time it is shitty. Every day of the week. Different variations, different degrees but still the same shit.

So what do I do to ease my weary mind? I don't do drugs and I am not planning to ever. Yes, I have oral sex every weekend but that’s just about it.

If listening to music fails me, I chant. Hell yeah, I chant like a freaking Buddhist monk. Silly right for an atheist like me. But you got to understand. In some way or another, I have to trick this fucking brain of mine to shut the fuck up.
So yeah. That is what I do. It has been a couple of days now that I chant “om nama shivaya”. In various styles mind you.

You could blame the book Eat, Pray, Love. Hey, it is a good book. Well, I have not finished yet but so far it was funny. And sad. I promise to be done with it by the end of this month. And yeah sure I will watch the move again.

So cheers to my mundane life. I am writing this because I am really down. Like several weeks depressed kind of down. So I guess I’d better write again and revive this blog.

Monday, December 21, 2015


Two weeks more and another year will end. I don't exactly know how to describe the year that was. Had I been happy? Well, my share of anxiety and insecurities are greater it seems. The only consolation is I survived it all.

I made no accomplishment whatsoever. It still was and is the same old me. I have been either too afraid or complacent to get out of my comfort zone. I am as always stuck on this mud that I so much hate.

On the other hand, I guess I am still one hell of a lucky son of a bitch. I am still non-reactive. I am glad that two of my friends in college are also negative. We are due to have another test by February next year. But I fucked him unsafe this morning. I know. Such stupidity.

That is exactly what is wrong with. I have no self-control at times. No discipline. This year alone I think I attempted to quit smoking three or four times. I am still the same nicotine addict that I am. The thing is, and this had been my excuse for the longest time, this is the only vice I have. This is the only way I can "bond" with my other office mates. When we go down to smoke, that is the only time we can talk some other stuff other than work. And some other stuff that is not supposed to be shared with other peeps.

I am 35 years old and I feel so old. Never felt this when I was 34. For crying out loud I will be 36 by next May of next year. This worries me a lot. And so does my big belly. The latest pair of jeans I bought is already size 36! No I am not that fat-looking. All these unwanted fats are concentrated on my midsection that I almost look like pregnant. Heck I bet if is still have long flowing locks, people will think I am with a child and that I have a womb.

So there. That basically sums up my 2015. A year that I was depressed most of the times.