• Mega-FAQ on upgrade

• NY Times on CC
• Macquariums
• Aquaria by Jim
• Macquarium Seltzer
• The Apple Collection
• Neil's Nify Macquarium
• Mitch Leung's Macquarium
• Japanese Macquarium
• iMacquarium

• Unlikely Moose
• Best Classic Mac Sites
• LowendMac Macquarium links

• MYSTIC ROOM
• Matt's Macquarium instruction
• Applefritter's instruction
• The Original Macquarium
• Techquarium

• Compact Macs
• Apple-History
• EveryMac.com
• Apple's Spec Sheet

• Power Colour Classic
• CCSCC
• PowerColorClassics
• Power CC with Voodoo3
• Color Classic G4

October 1998
Saw a photo from a book called Apple Design, instantly captured my attention as the curve and welcoming feature of Color Classic was something I've never realized until I saw this very picture. Immediately posted messages to a local newsgroup asking for the availability of it. I recall people asking for thousands of dollars for "not working" models, but I indulged myself into this craziness.

November 1998
It was getting cold and my heart beated like a jumping squarrel everytime I see the pictures. Pictures I found on the Internet of this most wonderful machine. Am I falling for a machine? I asked. And it is at this very moment my personality splitted in two. One with a deep devotion to the CC, the other always being observative and talking me out of it. If I had to rate how obsessive I became, I'd say 90/10. You do realize that now I'm writing as the 10% air inside a bottle of toxic wine right? You do realize I had to consume all of my failing energy to such up those toxic substance right? Its failing, he went on to a dark corner of an abandoned office and pulled out his money (did he count?) to a cunning man who seduces people online through newsgroups. When he came back home that afternoon, I see his face glittering like I've never seen him before.

Late November 1998
I've never seen that SOTB anymore as soon as I went home with my CC. She is so beautiful I didn't need to clean her up, I spent the night with her right away. I know, the inner beauty of her is not really working, what do you expect, she's supposed dead. But I do want her to bear my child, I just don't know how, yet. My family worries about me a lot however, I spend my days only peaking at her beauty in order to stop them worring, but at nights my inner desire bursts into passionate energy and finally after a month's encounter with her I started to clean her up, secretly. I know she will be admired by many if I do, something to justify my devotion to her, from the public eyes. This duality is essential for survival you know. Although screw drivers and this beauty doesn't match quite well and I always have such painful moments when I do this, I understand this is the only way to get things done. My child, with her.

January 1999
Well soon as I found peace with her and my family I discovered some bad comments from my friends and colleagues. How dare they look at people like that. Well at least I'm someone with a passionate heart and full of energy. Alright it doesn't look that way when I see them but I do feel alive. I understand their agony though, I'd sit at a buffet dinner table fiddling with tooth-sticks for 30 minutes thinking of her, not participating their conversations. Well that's love you know, have I seen any of you doing that? Don't you miss somebody when you are apart from them? Well I understand *that* too, when I got up to get some food, they looked at what I made with the tooth-sticks and wondering if I were crazy

April 1999
I did learn something from him, something I've never been able to experience myself. To be passionate about a thing so deep so intense without wasting life away. There can be no sense of time because at those moments you see a river of life without worrying where it flows, you don't look at things on a minute scale anymore. Contradictory yet true, you choose something and create moments that are forever. If I analyse things like this, it seems going nowhere except the termination of interest in everything. Somedays, I must fall into things so that my life won't waste away by being an observer, participating arguments but not dwelling into actions is like a dead end. My heart beats again! Amazingly. Is this what life is? I hope these fragile heart-beats mean something. Late April
It is months now but it didn't go anywhere. So if something has to be done, it has to be drastic, I realized. I would have felt shame if I do this when they are at home, but now I have two full days alone with my CC as they went to a short trip ......

Late April, 10am
Do I have the courage to separate myself briefly from all the love I have? I got all the tools right, everything in place but I didn't move.

Late April, 4pm
What time is it now, 4pm? Won't have much time left. Now I have to pick up my analytic senses to get this done. I have to feel detached. I won't hurt I said to myself. She won't feel a thing. Just some scratches. For the best. For our future.

Late April, 7pm
Can't do it, I'm going for a walk ......

Late April, 9pm
Hey this is what I'm looking for! On the Tung Choi Street I found Faust, swimming fiercely waiting for the moment of combat. He is full of energy like me, his life is to put that energy into action and that's my child! I brought him home and made contact with a physician on my way, he is going to make me the womb. He said it is too small but I insisted.

Late April, second day, 8am
Arggggghhh, time is short! What did I do wasting my time lying on bed staring at her the whole night! Ok, decision time, it will take only an hour to get it done, I don't care if the womb is not ready. I'm going to pull out all the guts of my beloved one all at once, she will understand. I mean what good does it make when you have all those rubbish in your tummy.

May 1999
It is amazing! I now see the uncompromising beauty and elegance of CC even more obviously, it simply shines. As this mystic discovery continues, my super-ego seems to warn me the danger of the game, the emotional attachment to a physical object. He did it.

June 1999
I have her a new body, from the inside, she is so happy and people do come over to visit her. See, you guys were too judgemental on chaps like me, you can't see a thing until it all comes to physical. I know she is as attractive to me as before, nothing has changed, except that we now share the same future, Faust.

October 1999
I got to admit for the past year I gradually accepted his behaviour as a loving man, nobody understood him and yet he pursued his own destiny without being detered by criticisms only Socrates could bare. Now I know Mr. Socrates, the unexamined life is not worth living! I'm glad I did what I did, if I didn't go to that cunning man, if I didn't dwell myself into this duality of life and find my way out, it means nothing and my life would go along with the current of time sinking deep into the abyss. Now my life has nothing to do with that crude river of time. Fixation came before love.

November 1999
Throughout the summer and autumn I live the most happy days. Part of the reasons is that I can now roam freely from worlds, make use of skills found in the inner world and apply them in this realm. On the other hand, I'm not going too far to lost in touch with reality because of the accute sense of perception I now acquired.

Millennium
I'm going to indulge myself a little for this amazing era to come. I embraced the classic during the countdown. The rest of that night, perhaps I should say the rest of the millennium, I gradually slipped away and fell into a deep trance, everything went blurred except a single point of vision, I naturally put that point on the shining Color Classic.

The journey continues .......