Vacancy: Garden Gnome aka Gerald Goh
CONGRATULATIONS TO PESKY AND AUDRIE ON THEIR ENGAGEMENT!!!!

*sniff* *sniff*

:") News of this magnitude brings 2 happy tears from my eyes, 1 1/2 for Audrie while Gerald "Gohnorrea" Goh gets only 1/2 (for being a lovable fag).

Pesky Wesky Lesky, no matter how you pronounced it, its the same man. The responsible, hardworking, (who could forget CUTE & SEXY) and lovable character. Congratulations, My Good Man. I wish the both of you all the very best in your future, and it looks like we will be seeing less and less of Pesky from now on as he has to start being more responsible. Ahhh, to be in your early twenties eh, Gerald? ;)

For the third time, Congrats! Everyone's falling like flies now...I wonder if Lay Ean & Ronnie are feeling the PRESSURE!!!! :D

No more Neverneverland
Being on a bus actually leaves you with plenty of time to think about all that has happened. Aspects of your life, the courses of action that one had taken, choices that one will make, regrets, and hope, it can all get very overwhelming. I guess the reality of Pat's wedding hasn't really hit home yet. It was like yesterday when we all had all nighters of gaming goodness. There were frequent episodes levelling up our characters in Diablo II, Pesky trying to beat a whole bunch of zombies in Myth II with two explosive-toting dwarves, Spiff screaming at the top of his lungs while receiving some treatment from makeshift clinic No. 22, Jln SS15/2F, Drunk Foogles slapping a girl's butt at Bali while saying "Hiiiiiii!", Ronnie playing 8 hours of Dungeon Keeper II while his groupmate spent an equal amount of time figuring out VB code, me leaving Jethrel out in the cold (sorry, Pat!!), the horror of Nora, Nael, and I discovering a black patch in a comforter in what we initially thought were Hewey's remains, the quarter-yearly lawn cutting sessions at 8/18, Kok-beating attempts at pool, the Nael-Hamster debates, HOT PLAM CHIQS, 13 year old Cyke spewing out QuakeC codes at CyberJacks, Vincent and the free table at the Pool Club, the list could go on.

Now you see the Great (spineless albeit manly) Pesky settling for less as one of the manganers (he claims its the poor economy that is stifling his earning power but others think otherwise), Spiff is going to Oz to further his studies (hooray!), Pat is a doting dad, Ronnie's too busy for anything else but his work and his amalgamation with Mister Lay Gan, Nael's working late, Nora's married, Foogles is building up his material portfolio, everyone is a Kok-beater at pool now (notice we don't even attempt to beat him), HOT PLAM CHIQS, Vincent is driving a RiceRocket, and a 19 year old Cyke spewing out WC3 spells at Global. How times have changed things.

The years certainly passed by all to quickly, and I hope that the next time all of us meet up is not at a wedding, but at some informal, inpromptu gathering. Go Asloomers & Friends!!!

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?
by Frank R. Stockton, pointed out to me by iob

In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places.

Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured.

But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. The arena of the king was built, not to give the people an
opportunity of hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable them to view the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religious opinions and hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted to widen and develop the mental energies of the people. This vast amphitheater, with its encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages, was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance.


When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance to interest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed day the fate of the accused person would be decided in the king's arena, a structure which well deserved its name, for, although its form and plan were borrowed from afar, its purpose emanated solely from the brain of this man, who, every barleycorn a king, knew no tradition to which he owed more allegiance than pleased his fancy, and who ingrafted on every adopted form of human thought and action the rich growth of his barbaric idealism.

When all the people had assembled in the galleries, and the king, surrounded by his court, sat high up on his throne of royal state on one side of the arena, he gave a signal, a door beneath him opened, and the accused subject stepped out into the amphitheater. Directly opposite him, on the other side of the inclosed space, were two doors, exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty and the privilege of the person on trial to walk directly to these doors and open one of them. He could open either door he pleased; he was subject to no guidance or influence but that of the aforementioned impartial and incorruptible chance. If he opened the one, there came out of it a hungry tiger, the fiercest and most cruel that could be procured, which immediately sprang upon him and tore him to pieces as a punishment for his guilt. The moment that the case of the criminal was thus decided, doleful iron bells were clanged, great wails went up from the hired mourners posted on the outer rim of *the arena, and the vast audience, with bowed heads and downcast hearts, wended slowly their homeward way, mourning greatly that one so young and fair, or so old and respected, should have
merited so dire a fate.

But, if the accused person opened the other door, there came forth from it a lady, the most suitable to his years and station that his majesty could select among his fair subjects, and to this lady he was immediately married, as a reward of his innocence. It mattered not that he might already possess a wife and family, or that his affections might be engaged upon an object of his own selection; the king allowed no such subordinate arrangements to interfere with his great scheme of retribution and reward. The exercises, as in the other instance, took place immediately, and in the arena. Another door opened beneath the king, and a priest, followed by a band of choristers, and dancing maidens blowing
joyous airs on golden horns and treading an epithalamic measure, advanced to where the pair stood, side by side, and the wedding was promptly and cheerily solemnized. Then the gay brass bells rang forth their merry peals, the people shouted glad hurrahs, and the innocent man, preceded by children strewing flowers on his path, led his bride to his home.

This was the king's semi-barbaric method of administering justice. Its perfect fairness is obvious. The criminal could not
know out of which door would come the lady; he opened either he pleased, without having the slightest idea whether, in the next instant, he was to be devoured or married. On some occasions the tiger came out of one door, and on some out of the other. The decisions of this tribunal were not only fair, they were positively determinate: the accused person was instantly punished if he found himself guilty, and, if innocent, he was rewarded on the spot, whether he liked it or not. There was no escape from the judgments of the king's arena.

The institution was a very popular one. When the people gathered together on one of the great trial days, they never knew whether they were to witness a bloody slaughter or a hilarious wedding. This element of uncertainty lent an interest to the occasion which it could not otherwise have attained. Thus, the masses were entertained and pleased, and the thinking part of the community could bring no charge of unfairness against this plan, for did not the accused person have the whole matter in his own hands?

This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as blooming as his most florid fancies, and with a soul as fervent and imperious as his own. As is usual in such cases, she was the apple of his eye, and was loved by him above all humanity. Among his courtiers was a young man of that fineness of blood and lowness of station common to the conventional heroes of romance who love royal maidens. This royal maiden was well satisfied with her lover, for he was handsome and brave to a degree unsurpassed in all this kingdom, and she loved him with an ardor that had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong. This love affair moved on happily for many months, until one day the king happened to discover its existence. He did not hesitate nor waver in regard to his duty in the premises. The youth was immediately cast into prison, and a day was appointed for his trial in the king's arena. This, of course, was an especially important
occasion, and his majesty, as well as all the people, was greatly interested in the workings and development of this trial. Never before had such a case occurred; never before had a subject dared to love the daughter of the king. In after years such things became commonplace enough, but then they were in no slight degree novel and startling.

The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savage and relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might be selected for the arena; and the ranks of maiden youth and beauty throughout the land were carefully surveyed by competent judges in order that the young man might have a fitting bride in case fate did not determine for him a different destiny. Of course, everybody knew that the deed with which the accused was charged had been done. He had loved the princess, and neither he, she, nor any one else, thought of denying the fact; but the king would not think of allowing any fact of this kind to interfere with the workings of the tribunal, in which he took such great delight and satisfaction. No matter how the affair turned out, the youth would be disposed of, and the king would take an aesthetic pleasure in watching the course of events, which would determine whether or not the young man had done wrong in allowing himself to love the princess.

The appointed day arrived. From far and near the people gathered, and thronged the great galleries of the arena, and crowds, unable to gain admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls. The king and his court were in their places, opposite the twin doors, those fateful portals, so terrible in their similarity.

All was ready. The signal was given. A door beneath the royal party opened, and the lover of the princess walked into the arena. Tall, beautiful, fair, his appearance was greeted with a low hum of admiration and anxiety. Half the audience had not known so grand a youth had lived among them. No wonder the princess loved him! What a terrible thing for him to be there!

As the youth advanced into the arena he turned, as the custom was, to bow to the king, but he did not think at all of that royal personage. His eyes were fixed upon the princess, who sat to the right of her father. Had it not been for the moiety of barbarism in her nature it is probable that lady would not have been there, but her intense and fervid soul would not allow her to be absent on an occasion in which she was so terribly interested. From the moment that the decree had gone forth that her lover should decide his fate in the king's arena, she had thought of nothing, night or day, but this great event and the various subjects connected with it. Possessed of more power, influence, and force
of character than any one who had ever before been interested in such a case, she had done what no other person had done,--she had possessed herself of the secret of the doors. She knew in which of the two rooms, that lay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger, with its open front, and in which waited the lady. Through these thick doors, heavily curtained with skins on the inside, it was impossible that any noise or suggestion should come from within to the person who should approach to raise the latch of one of them. But gold, and the power of a woman's will, had brought the secret to the princess.

And not only did she know in which room stood the lady ready to emerge, all blushing and radiant, should her door be opened, but she knew who the lady was. It was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth, should he be proved innocent of the crime of aspiring to one so far above him; and the princess hated her. Often had she seen, or imagined that she had seen, this fair creature throwing glances of admiration upon the person of her lover, and sometimes she thought these glances were perceived, and even returned. Now and then she had seen them talking together; it was but for a moment or two, but much can be said in a brief space; it may have been on most unimportant topics, but how could she know that? The girl was lovely, but she had dared to raise her eyes to the loved one of the princess; and, with all the intensity of the savage blood transmitted to her through long lines of wholly barbaric ancestors, she hated the woman who blushed and trembled behind that silent door.

When her lover turned and looked at her, and his eye met hers as she sat there, paler and whiter than any one in the vast ocean of anxious faces about her, he saw, by that power of quick perception which is given to those whose souls are one, that she knew behind which door crouched the tiger, and behind which stood the lady. He had expected her to know it. He understood her nature, and his soul was assured that she would never rest until she had made plain to herself this thing, hidden to all other lookers-on, even to the king. The only hope for the youth in which there was any element of certainty was based upon the success of the princess in discovering this mystery; and the moment he
looked upon her, he saw she had succeeded, as in his soul he knew she would succeed.

Then it was that his quick and anxious glance asked the question: "Which?" It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where he stood. There was not an instant to be lost. The question was asked in a flash; it must be answered in another.

Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raised her hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. No one but her lover saw her. Every eye but his was fixed on the man in the arena.

He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it.

Now, the point of the story is this: Did the tiger come out of that door, or did the lady ?

The more we reflect upon this question, the harder it is to answer. It involves a study of the human heart which leads us
through devious mazes of passion, out of which it is difficult to find our way. Think of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of the question depended upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded, semi-barbaric princess, her soul at a white heat beneath the combined fires of despair and jealousy. She had lost him, but who should have him?

How often, in her waking hours and in her dreams, had she started in wild horror, and covered her face with her hands as she thought of her lover opening the door on the other side of which waited the cruel fangs of the tiger!

But how much oftener had she seen him at the other door! How in her grievous reveries had she gnashed her teeth, and torn her hair, when she saw his start of rapturous delight as he opened the door of the lady! How her soul had burned in agony when she had seen him rush to meet that woman, with her flushing cheek and sparkling eye of triumph; when she had seen him lead her forth, his whole frame kindled with the joy of recovered life; when she had heard the glad shouts from the multitude, and the wild ringing of the happy bells; when she had seen the priest, with his
joyous followers, advance to the couple, and make them man and wife before her very eyes; and when she had seen
them walk away together upon their path of flowers, followed by the tremendous shouts of the hilarious multitude, in which her one despairing shriek was lost and drowned!

Would it not be better for him to die at once, and go to wait for her in the blessed regions of semi-barbaric futurity?

And yet, that awful tiger, those shrieks, that blood!

Her decision had been indicated in an instant, but it had been made after days and nights of anguished deliberation. She had known she would be asked, she had decided what she would answer, and, without the slightest hesitation, she had moved her hand to the right.

The question of her decision is one not to be lightly considered, and it is not for me to presume to set myself up as the one person able to answer it. And so I leave it with all of you: Which came out of the opened door,--the lady, or the tiger?

GL, HF Jethrel & Edna!!!

Many thanks and congratulasi to the happiest menage-a-trois on the block - Patrick, Edna, and Angelus. Friend Foogles and I went there early, and we saw Datuk Chin ushering the guests at the entrance. Headed straight to the 3rd floor, and all was ready, except for the Hottest Couple of the Night®. Friend Foogles went downstairs to finish up the rest of his fags (he had lost to me earlier in the day in a manly best-out-of-five pool match, where the loser quits smoking) and tears welled up in his eyes as he took in the last drag. I have faith that he'll keep his promise to quit smoking when I'm not there to supervise him - anyone of u seeing him fagging, give him a huge whack on his head :P Or u can tase him :P!! OK enough Lai bashing - let's focus on the rest of the night.

The Wedding dinner was great, and it was great having all the Asloomers and Friends back together, and seeing Pesky force Jethrel to kiss Mrs. Jethrel during the yum seng session was funny...you could write a book titled "101 ways to embarrass the Happily Married Couple" if you had attended that wedding. Sarcastic speeches and audience (Hello, table 8!!!) all way round. Most importantly, it was a blast, and everyone went home happy.

Here's a virtual cheers to Pat, Edna, n Angelus! All the best, yo! Steady boh??? :)

Chasing the Wind

Mr. Tree had always been a good tree. He sheltered his young seedlings from the searing heat with his thick foilage, and made sure they got sufficient water whenever it pours. He has allowed birds of all feathers free seating when it came to setting up nests. He has seen over a hundred generations of the Swallow family throughout his lifetime. The Joneses who lived below him have never really bothered him; in fact they took quite good care of Mr. Tree. They weeded those nasty parasites around him and made sure that termites and woodpeckers did not gain a foothold in his roots, and for that Mr. Tree made sure a cool summer breeze was always directed in the Joneses' living room.

One day the City Council came and sawed down Mr. Tree, much to his chagrin.

Yes, Mr. Tree had always been a good tree.

Mari kanak-kanak let us gather round the fireplace...

There was once a village called Tinterne. It was a very pleasant village, with butterflies flitting from flower to flower, consuming enough nectar at each stop to facilitate its journey to the next discovery of pollen. The weather was extremely fine - a gentle breeze will brush against the inhabitants as they go about their day's work, making the load of the day seem lighter by any account.

In this quaint little village, nobody was a stranger - everyone was considered family. Weddings and funerals, everyone mourned and celebrated as a whole. There was no jealousy or maliciousness whatsoever.

The village headman was called Mr. Dob Logg - he was a fair judge of character, and have ruled fairly and wisely over the years. One day, he was sitting at the dining table when he looked at the chalice he drinks from everyday. Day in, day out, he never really noticed the beauty contained within its frame and the contents that it held. The strangeness of the current situation screamed at him, but he remained silent (an ability honed across the years to remain composed and silent during heated village meetings).

The somewhat cylindrical shape was resting on the edge to the table. Life sustaining water that was in the golden chalice measured exactly half (to the naked human eye, I shall not delve into mathematics of exact measurement for the moment). He decided to test his most trusted advisors with the simplest of questions, "Is the glass half full or half empty?"

Calling in the 3 sisters - Lia Sucomi, Yven,and Gervene, he posed the question to them.

Lia, being the eldest, answered first, "Its definitely half full".

Fair Yven retorted, "No, sister, you must be mistaken. That vessel for water is half empty."

Mr. Dob Logg took their answers into consideration, and paused for a moment. He then turned to the youngest of the three sisters. His piercing gaze washed Gervene's heart cold, but only for a moment. She hated this, as Mr. Dob Logg always had the ability to conjure up truth from the hardest of hearts with such a stare.

Gervene wasn't too pleased with the answers her sisters gave, as she wasn't too focused on the content of the glass, her attention was riveted on the chalice itself.

"Who cares what the chalice holds? It's mine!!" she shrilled, as she lunged toward the golden chalice.

The shattered bits of beaten gold, although reconstructed, never looked quite the same again.

Whoops!

OK looks like I'll still be around this island for quite some time as was just told this morning our vendor's resources are stretched, thus work on the Middle Office System in the ghetto can only begin earliest in July. GG resource and time planning. Ah well, will still be making it down to KL for Jethrel's wedding though.

Now I gotta read up on OLAP, Excel, and VB and I have no inkling whatsoever regarding these 3 topics. Time to get cracking and hope some last minute cramming will suffice for the tasks ahead. GG Reaper nice knowing you.

Weekender

Wheee! The weekend's here! Yesterday's match was interesting, we lost (as expected) but not too badly, final scoreline was 6-4. Referee played the full 45 minutes for each half unlike previously where each half consisted of 1/2 hour. Ah well. At least there's improvement. No Beckhamsque freekicks or Ronaldolisation of the keeper, but there were moments though.

Body's beginning to adapt itself well to the punishment - gotta work on the fitness part though :P

Apogean
by Paul Guest, pointed to me by iob


All this floating is ridiculous, and the stars,
like goldfish in a bowl, flutter and plume
to remind at this distance love isn’t

urgent or imminent: it’s a penny in a fusebox
to keep the lights going. On and down
one could follow a strand of kelp

to a den of slime, the octopus’ garden,
if the light lasted longer than air—
but it never does. The night, the dark

and the clouds come, and driving home,
the cows on their knees huddle in fields.
It looks like rain, a voice will say,

but in truth it looks like time
punctuated with water. Here, too, come
the trees I misname and all the birds

changed without permission, lonesome
in their breasts for the old color, a signature
their mates would recognize, a song

to once again fit and fill their throats.
Apologies on old scraps are everywhere
like leaves in autumn, caught in a sleeve

or nestled on the wide, upturned brim of a hat.
This room fills with air when I leave it,
like a heart with blood, or lives with time—

the matters of course ticked off
like seconds or groceries presently needed
and absently bought. From the ceiling

a chandelier has bloomed like a glass lotus—
a troupe of dancers twirl: a dog barks:
in its mouth a lamb’s femur cracks like fire.

Smarties

Smart city, smart schools, now smart tunnels to divert flood water. What next?

There's another footy match today. Not sure who opponents are, but hopefully a team where we won't lose by that large a margin. Its been one week since that howler of a match...imagine our last man standing on the midfield line ;)

Was listening to some Paul Van Dyke and somewhere along his track, a familiar voice rang out... "My life for Aiur" and "For Adun!" Since when did they incorporate computer game voices into rave tracks? I only know that Pumpkins' inserted a barrel explosion from Doom II wayyy back, but Starcraft in clubs? Heh :D That track would fit in perfectly into Rockworld's DJ repetoire though. It had all the makings of a classic feng-tau track, and I rank it up there alongside the power Handphone track where all sorts of ringing tones are blared. Its about time a remix version should be released though - with polyphonic tones slowly catching up with the masses.

Bliss...and the other side of it

Ah...had a great lunch (mamak mee goreng, Penang style!) and went to Mackers to get a double cheeseburger as dessert. They took more than a minute to serve me so I got a free plastic Snoopy toy. On the way back to office, was pleasantly surprised by my colleague who gave me a slice of Oreo Cheesecake from Secret Recipe - it just melted in my mouth.

Just finished both cake and burger, am washing it down with a steaming hot cup of Nescafe. Ahh...

The darker side would be me seeing my colleague folding a RM1 note into half and using the edge to dig his teeth. Urgh.

We Give You Good Price!

Tuesday morning, had the normal currypuff and Nescafe for breakie. Followed Dad, Melissa, and Vincent to look at some batik prints at Penang Road yesterday after work. Vincent, Victor, and their dad are heading over to Sydney tomorrow for Vincent's graduation - hope they have a safe trip! Stuff there was pretty nice - wide array of choices and designs. Vincent bought 4 wraparound skirts and 2 pieces of batik paintings, while Melissa got a wraparound skirt. Total price came up to RM210, and they got a free gunnysack totebag, to boot. The owner could not stop harping his sales pitch, "We give you good price!" Had dinner at Line Clear, the chicken was good!

Got to start watching my cholesterol level - it was 5.7 last August when I had it checked. Lunch at Cravan every single day does not bode well for my health. Then again, who can resist kambing curry...yummay!

Look!

Jaga Tepi Kain Orang

In order to get the Kok to update his blog, I have decided to infringe on his private life and post up some juicy details. He's been too busy to tell the world of his crush to this hot Singaporean chick, I shall hereby deliver 3rd hand news of his mis-adventures.

Firstly, let me lay down the facts :-
1. He has a crush on her
2. She's going back to Singapore next month (she's got a man there btw)
3. Kok's colleagues are after her also (and he doesn't like that)

Too bad time and logistics are against him. Come the end of June, all is lost.

OK Show's over! Head over to the Kok's when he has put up his side of the story.

Anti-Parking

Went to Prangin Mall with dad on Saturday, and those idiots at the parking counter just collected money without bothering to count the amount of cars that could fit. Naturally, the parking lot was flooded with cars. I parked just beside the counter, and went off for some shopping. Came back to discover some Honday City parked behind us, thus blocking our exit. Luckily that idjit came 20 minutes later. We were late for Aunty V's memorial service by 10 minutes :(

Ah well. Time sure flits by really fast. I'm having a stamak egg now and its Monday morning. Whoopee!

Kelab Jantung Kesunyian

Just got back from watching "Finding Nemo" with dad. Pretty good show.

Have something swimming behind my head but not sure what. I was just about to type it (!!!). Let me think...

Sent car for a wash before heading to the airport this evening. The usual chai-lattes did all the work while the tukau-behbin-lantau-gunaus collected the money. Seems that this is how the country runs. Funny.

The Americano at CB and Iso differ by about....350ml. Darn still can't remember what I wanted to type. Ah well, WHATEVERRRR!!! Choobs is kambing down in the middle of this month :)

Ah well. Going to catch some shuteye now.

AH YES I REBEMMER NOW!!1!!1 I was asked by the office to sign up for some aerobics classes sponsored by the office. Since no one's going to Haadyai for the company trip due to SARS, everyone has been given a chance for free aerobix sessions paid by the company!! Oh wow!! Too bad I declined. All the hot hoochie mamas in the company are pregnant, so they won't be going for them aerobix while those cellulite laden matures have signed up. And that sounds oh-so-wrong. Well what can I say (knowing the luck I've had lately). The name of the club where this dastardly activity's gonna be held is named aptly - Yesterday Club *smacks forehead* They're gonna infuse kickboxing n aerobix ala Fitness First. Except the instructors and members at FF are people of Today, and not Yesterday.

NITESS!!

Essential Mix

The Gatecrasher train's a-comin' to Backroom, KL tonight. Matt Hardwick and Airwave...I wonder how my ex-boss is doing, well so far he's had 2 GC events under his belt this year and there should be 2 more coming, one in August and another in December. Sorta miss the free flowing days at Nuphorik, but that is just one tiny chapter. Time to move on!

I posted something yesterday but Blogger just ate up the damn post. Lost the footie match 7-1 lol. Had garlic naan and tandoori chicken and a plate of mutton for dinner yesterday. Heck this post is so disjointed I'm just writing stuff down just for the sake of having a post.

Picking dad up at the airport at 7.30pm later tonight. Where do we adjourn for dinner? De Tai Thong, Kayu Nasi Kandar, Batu Maung Seafood? I don't know. I was sweeping the house the other day when a 2 inch piece of the wall just flaked off and dropped to the floor. That's what you get when you mix too much sand in your cement I guess. I hope the apartment at Flora Damansara isn't going to end up the same way.

While sitting on the throne the other day, I was doing my usual bout of thinking. From a Christian context, when you are faced with a situation where you know you could do either wrong or right in God's eyes, what made you choose to do the right thing? I could think of these possibilities :-

1. You do right because God says its right to do so
2. You do right because you want to preserve your 'good-guy' image (this is obviously doing the right thing for the wrong reasons)

I suspect most people do right because of the latter - only a select few do it because they love God with all their heart and mind and soul. Of course, doing the wrong thing always seem the easier way to get around things initially (e.g. lying, taking a bribe, cutting corners, etc) but much harder to get out off.

Time to have my morning cup of joe and start being productive. ChoobiHeart, do you still have Karen Tan's number? My body aches and I need a good massage ;) I miss pork ribs at Chasers :(

Rinkin Park & Kuay-chee Town

[rant]Herrooo fans and lovers of tukau-behbin-lantau-gunaus!!!1!1 How are you feeling today I have got a pair of dead legs and I am not even sure if I can make it to the match this evening surprisingly it is to be held at the biggest loser school in gay Penang, Free School maybe I will go there and kick the ball against the windows or burn the whole school down why couldn't they have chosen another pitch instead of that lewser place[/rant]

Went out for coffee last night. Sarah made it, she was with man no. 1. Apparently my companions who were with me did not really think much of her...I disagree though because when she was there I just melted into...nothingness. SoberHeart was there as well, and we played some really bad pool together. I also realised that I suck at Jenga, among many other things.

Didn't know it was dumpling season until my neighbour gave me some dumplings and a bowl of steaming hot herbal chicken soup...yummay! Har? Ha-mi-su!!!

Undecided
Mangener just called, and he said that the schedule will be ready next week so now the Malaysian manganing style of procrastination is put into practice, and I get to spend one more weekend on the sunny isle of Penang! :)

Interesting way to kill yourself: Tie a noose to your neck and the other end to a sapling. Water the sapling until it grows tall enough to hang you.

Footy

Left for a nearby football field after work yesterday...I was called to participate in this Thursday's game against the team from Maybank opposite my office. The so-called training was more of kicking the ball around for fun, everyone was punctured after 10 minutes of running around a small space, trying to pull off Robinho's and Beckham's. During a clash, I got a gash on my shin courtest of my opponent's studs - not good at all.

Foogle's is getting a pug, and he wants to send it over to Miri to train it. Miri! Don't tell me there is no dog training class in the ghetto whatsoever. Just as long as he doesn't try to force feed his pug Vodka, I guess he can pretty damn much do anything that he wants with it :D

JulySCenT's performing at Actor's Studio in the middle of this month - do go and support her! Ticket's are RM30, RM40, and RM50 (the more expensive ones allow you to get a better view of her boobies :P)

Am just wondering how much the team is going to lose tomorrow, 16-1? Just as long as the goals don't flow in like water, I guess I am ok with the result. Heck, I'm a thoroughbred kaki-bangku! I think I'll go get a copy of CM4 instead...

Je suis content :)!

Was just wondering over the weekend whether you working people out there think about where your loyalties lie within the company (assuming you're eating from somebody else's hand and not paying yourself). Typical scenario: You feel so charged up at a particular job initially, and they have plans for you. Along the way some of the plans don't materialise the way you thought it would (sounds a lot like other things in life, eh ;P). What if somebody else comes up with a much better offer than the current one, although he promises a whole new world of pain in job dissatisfaction as well. Do you feel a tinge of sadness as you hand in the resignation to your current job?

A lot of factors come into play I guess, current job satsifaction, how much do you really want to improve yourself and explore new frontiers instead of sitting down and ranting about it sometimes.

Ah well. WHATEVER!!!1!

Went to Salsa Bar with the rest of the Hearts on Friday & Saturday. Xiao Mei/Janice (I couldn't really tell the difference) had this cute look whenever they stared at ChoobiHeart. Heck, Xiao Mei even has a song dedicated to her over at Choobi's. Music there sucked - and I realised that I could not play darts for nuts. Pool tables there were even worse! But Ah Lians...GOOOOOD! Shin & Joy Joy were in a totally different dimension with their mind altering substances. Everyone else headed off to Lush after Salsa closed, but LoyalHeart and I headed back to the room due to the want of $$$. I zonked off in bed almost immediately while LoyalHeart (L) was having some trouble/fun with a tukau-behbin-lantau-gunau (TKBL) in mIRC.

L: "I love my boyfriend so much, but I was unfaithful to him, and now he has left me, I regret what I have done! :~("
TKBL: "Hehe...you like?"
L: "...!"

Quote of the day: Woman goes to man's house for a snack, gets tit bit.