Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Hidupan yang Tergendala
Wow, now I understand why people say that accidents are more of an inconvenience rather than cost. Naturally a huge chunk of vitamin M is going to flow out like a bleeding ho, but the fact that most workshop people cannot even give a time frame as to when the car can be completely repaired...sigh, that really throws a spanner in the works when it comes to organising stuff in life.
Time spent at the ghetto was a refreshing change, and I spent most of the time in gluttony with Foogles.
Hopefully my wheels will be ready by the end of this week, if not its off to Avis Rent-A-Car :(
Wow, now I understand why people say that accidents are more of an inconvenience rather than cost. Naturally a huge chunk of vitamin M is going to flow out like a bleeding ho, but the fact that most workshop people cannot even give a time frame as to when the car can be completely repaired...sigh, that really throws a spanner in the works when it comes to organising stuff in life.
Time spent at the ghetto was a refreshing change, and I spent most of the time in gluttony with Foogles.
Hopefully my wheels will be ready by the end of this week, if not its off to Avis Rent-A-Car :(
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
For the Beauty of this Earth
Hmm strangely I haven't had any durians isnce 1998...haven't touched rambutans either for a very long time. I remember my paternal grandmother used to de-seed the rambutans and soak them in salted water...now those were a real treat, and hassle free to eat! Guess laziness plays a huge part in my rambutanless diet. Nobody plants mangosteens anymore, so once the current batch of old 'steen trees die off, you can expect the price to hike up faster than the bounty on a wayward Islamic militant's head.
I realised I cannot make out the letters and numbers on the screen without squinting and the aid of my glasses - in size 10 no less. Help! Rapidly deteriorating eyesight's a bummer :(
try
{
reapies.GoHome();
}
catch
{
manager.WriteLine("Get your ass right back here!!");
}
Close();
Hmm strangely I haven't had any durians isnce 1998...haven't touched rambutans either for a very long time. I remember my paternal grandmother used to de-seed the rambutans and soak them in salted water...now those were a real treat, and hassle free to eat! Guess laziness plays a huge part in my rambutanless diet. Nobody plants mangosteens anymore, so once the current batch of old 'steen trees die off, you can expect the price to hike up faster than the bounty on a wayward Islamic militant's head.
I realised I cannot make out the letters and numbers on the screen without squinting and the aid of my glasses - in size 10 no less. Help! Rapidly deteriorating eyesight's a bummer :(
try
{
reapies.GoHome();
}
catch
{
manager.WriteLine("Get your ass right back here!!");
}
Close();
Monday, June 21, 2004
Monsters Inc.
Is there a handbook anywhere that teaches how to deal with small kids? They can be quite a handful most of the time, and to deal corporate punishment on the whole group is just plain wrong, and yet offering an incentive, such as ice-cream, for good behaviour is not healthy and right either - the results are just temporary and success is short-lived. I wonder how this thing works - its certain quite new to me...
Phlegmatic ones are the hardest to deal with - they'll only move when they "feel like it". Not exactly the wisest way to go through life, many a time things don't get done. Absolutely frustrating! Too bad I'm part phlegmatic as well :( I...need...reminders! I have a hard time letting go of things even though I have tried my best.
Foogles, my friend, its about time you did the same asl well. It'll be so much better for everyone, especially yourself :)
Is there a handbook anywhere that teaches how to deal with small kids? They can be quite a handful most of the time, and to deal corporate punishment on the whole group is just plain wrong, and yet offering an incentive, such as ice-cream, for good behaviour is not healthy and right either - the results are just temporary and success is short-lived. I wonder how this thing works - its certain quite new to me...
Phlegmatic ones are the hardest to deal with - they'll only move when they "feel like it". Not exactly the wisest way to go through life, many a time things don't get done. Absolutely frustrating! Too bad I'm part phlegmatic as well :( I...need...reminders! I have a hard time letting go of things even though I have tried my best.
Foogles, my friend, its about time you did the same asl well. It'll be so much better for everyone, especially yourself :)
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
On the Go
I realised a couple of things today. One, I can't be vegetarian. Two, I love eggs. Barring the quail egg overdose episode I had a few months' back at a steamboat do, I really love those oval shells jam-packed with protein. It hit me this morning as I gulped down a couple of half-boiled eggs, and also had a roti telur + bawang, a thosai, and a piece of Indian apong. Nothing beats starting the day off with a great breakfast :P
Meat's another hedonistic indulgence that I cannot afford to give up - yet. Even if the doctor tells me that I cannot take another mouthful of meat due to some medical reason, I'd rather kick the bucket. This has nothing to do with me being anti-vegetarian, but I love vegans. They leave us carnivores more meat to go around :P
Cultivating patience is never an easy thing, and I've lost count the amount of times where I killed that budding plant. Sounds kind of hypocritical to keep on making amends for the same old thing, but I guess that's what grace's all about.
On a sidenote, went to Isobar yesterday with Choobs and shot a few rounds of pool. Heard that its about done, but somethings haven't changed. Like how Jason killed Earth, Wind and Fire by playing the same DVD ever since they got that damned projector. Its the same routine after so long, even though the waitresses there have changed hands many times over. Its a very nice place to hang out, but unrealistic rental rates and the reluctance of expenditure by those kais-pagi-makan-seluruh-hari types (me) brought about the death knell.
I realised a couple of things today. One, I can't be vegetarian. Two, I love eggs. Barring the quail egg overdose episode I had a few months' back at a steamboat do, I really love those oval shells jam-packed with protein. It hit me this morning as I gulped down a couple of half-boiled eggs, and also had a roti telur + bawang, a thosai, and a piece of Indian apong. Nothing beats starting the day off with a great breakfast :P
Meat's another hedonistic indulgence that I cannot afford to give up - yet. Even if the doctor tells me that I cannot take another mouthful of meat due to some medical reason, I'd rather kick the bucket. This has nothing to do with me being anti-vegetarian, but I love vegans. They leave us carnivores more meat to go around :P
Cultivating patience is never an easy thing, and I've lost count the amount of times where I killed that budding plant. Sounds kind of hypocritical to keep on making amends for the same old thing, but I guess that's what grace's all about.
On a sidenote, went to Isobar yesterday with Choobs and shot a few rounds of pool. Heard that its about done, but somethings haven't changed. Like how Jason killed Earth, Wind and Fire by playing the same DVD ever since they got that damned projector. Its the same routine after so long, even though the waitresses there have changed hands many times over. Its a very nice place to hang out, but unrealistic rental rates and the reluctance of expenditure by those kais-pagi-makan-seluruh-hari types (me) brought about the death knell.
Monday, June 07, 2004
Milo Telur, satu!
I seem to be hooked on the Milo-Cow's Milk-Egg drink thingy...help! Its been the same place for dinner on Sunday evenings the past 4 weeks...and have gorged myself with food since Thursday. The smell of freshly roasted pork, the din of a busy coffeeshop...and the comforting knowledge of knowing that one's stomach will be filled at the end of the meal. Pure, unadulterated, bliss!
Met up with Amazonian for lunch yesterday, and she came all strung up in her jungle tights with javelin in tow. She doesn't use the bow as the weapon of choice since she's not willing to lose on of her mammary glands. Which leads me to another interesting point - how come the Amazon in Diablo II has a pair of perky tits whilst using the bow? She should suffer a penalty of -5 to dexterity instead! Alas, what to do - this Amazonian is rather docile and hates to rock the boat, taking a peaceful approach to most obstables in her life at her own expense at times.
Something interesting happened at church yesterday. I made my way to the 2nd service at 11am, and after getting out of my car I saw a rather elderly man reclined in his Proton Waja. His mouth was wide open, but he looked rather unnatural in that position - and I was wondering, "Is he even alive?" but gave him the benefit of the doubt (England, after all, did play against Iceland earlier this morning and he could be catching up on his 40 winks) and went straight into the sanctuary. Right through the service everything went on normally, but after the service, the pastor announced that the above-mentioned uncle had passed on when he got into his car. And I was like, "Damn!"
Pretty creepy when I think about it, considering that just a few minutes before that he probably waved goodbye to his good friends after catching up on the weekly happenings. Brrrr...
I seem to be hooked on the Milo-Cow's Milk-Egg drink thingy...help! Its been the same place for dinner on Sunday evenings the past 4 weeks...and have gorged myself with food since Thursday. The smell of freshly roasted pork, the din of a busy coffeeshop...and the comforting knowledge of knowing that one's stomach will be filled at the end of the meal. Pure, unadulterated, bliss!
Met up with Amazonian for lunch yesterday, and she came all strung up in her jungle tights with javelin in tow. She doesn't use the bow as the weapon of choice since she's not willing to lose on of her mammary glands. Which leads me to another interesting point - how come the Amazon in Diablo II has a pair of perky tits whilst using the bow? She should suffer a penalty of -5 to dexterity instead! Alas, what to do - this Amazonian is rather docile and hates to rock the boat, taking a peaceful approach to most obstables in her life at her own expense at times.
Something interesting happened at church yesterday. I made my way to the 2nd service at 11am, and after getting out of my car I saw a rather elderly man reclined in his Proton Waja. His mouth was wide open, but he looked rather unnatural in that position - and I was wondering, "Is he even alive?" but gave him the benefit of the doubt (England, after all, did play against Iceland earlier this morning and he could be catching up on his 40 winks) and went straight into the sanctuary. Right through the service everything went on normally, but after the service, the pastor announced that the above-mentioned uncle had passed on when he got into his car. And I was like, "Damn!"
Pretty creepy when I think about it, considering that just a few minutes before that he probably waved goodbye to his good friends after catching up on the weekly happenings. Brrrr...
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Eraser Bot
Ah, the days of yore when I settled for a bot in Quake due to the lack of funds to play in a cybercafe with real, living, breathing (but not necessarily thinking) opponents. There was the dreaded Reaperbot, and the very human OmicronBot who kept me company during those broke nights. OK time to stop gazing back at the past!
I just read in yesterday's paper that nangka seeds can be eaten to combat the effects of alcohol in the body. And that its safe to eat durians and drink booze simultaneously - but don't overdo it! Death might still result in a small percentile of those who overindulge. That's basic common sense but still...
Today I saw the fattest Malaysian EVER in my whole life. Now this guy was HUGE. Totally humongous. He sorta reminded me of Jabba the Hutt, sans the slimy fat-ass tail. He really, really was amazingly huge. Bigger than Gabe Newell, IMHO. He's also pretty well off, driving a S-Class. He's so humongously lardy that his seat in that spacious monster of a car was actually pushed so far back that the passenger behind him had legroom of Kancil proportions. I bet my left ball that he can't even see his feet. The last time he saw his feet was probably a zillion kilograms/100 inches (whichever comes first) ago.
Which reminds me, I heard this story recently. One of my friend's friend was bathing her little brother, and apparently the boy panicked during the bath. He looked up and tugged at his sister's sleeve, wailing "Sis, I can't see my feet!" Now at 6 years old that might come across as pretty cute for all you kiddy enthusiasts, but wait till he grows up to the walking-Nasi Kandar guzzling-Jabba the Penangnite bin Hutt. You kill off your smile instantly, thinking of how he ever made his way upstairs, or whether he has a custom made porcelain throne at home. Thank goodness he's rich enough to get a huge, reliable German marque, imagine if he drove a car like mine, he'll probably think he's driving a McLaren F1 (where the seat's in the middle of the car), straddling his derriere on the handbrake.
I'm not quite sure why Mr. Jabba became the catalyst for this post, but hot damn, is he a fat bitch!
Ah, the days of yore when I settled for a bot in Quake due to the lack of funds to play in a cybercafe with real, living, breathing (but not necessarily thinking) opponents. There was the dreaded Reaperbot, and the very human OmicronBot who kept me company during those broke nights. OK time to stop gazing back at the past!
I just read in yesterday's paper that nangka seeds can be eaten to combat the effects of alcohol in the body. And that its safe to eat durians and drink booze simultaneously - but don't overdo it! Death might still result in a small percentile of those who overindulge. That's basic common sense but still...
Today I saw the fattest Malaysian EVER in my whole life. Now this guy was HUGE. Totally humongous. He sorta reminded me of Jabba the Hutt, sans the slimy fat-ass tail. He really, really was amazingly huge. Bigger than Gabe Newell, IMHO. He's also pretty well off, driving a S-Class. He's so humongously lardy that his seat in that spacious monster of a car was actually pushed so far back that the passenger behind him had legroom of Kancil proportions. I bet my left ball that he can't even see his feet. The last time he saw his feet was probably a zillion kilograms/100 inches (whichever comes first) ago.
Which reminds me, I heard this story recently. One of my friend's friend was bathing her little brother, and apparently the boy panicked during the bath. He looked up and tugged at his sister's sleeve, wailing "Sis, I can't see my feet!" Now at 6 years old that might come across as pretty cute for all you kiddy enthusiasts, but wait till he grows up to the walking-Nasi Kandar guzzling-Jabba the Penangnite bin Hutt. You kill off your smile instantly, thinking of how he ever made his way upstairs, or whether he has a custom made porcelain throne at home. Thank goodness he's rich enough to get a huge, reliable German marque, imagine if he drove a car like mine, he'll probably think he's driving a McLaren F1 (where the seat's in the middle of the car), straddling his derriere on the handbrake.
I'm not quite sure why Mr. Jabba became the catalyst for this post, but hot damn, is he a fat bitch!
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Get Out of Jail FREE
Wonders of wonders - thank God my prayers are answered yet again! :) Managed to get my pair of legs back courtesy of my choleric friend, and I'm not too sure how to loosen the hook that I've cast unwittingly on myself. Hopefully the whisky shopping that I will do later this evening will appease or soften the future kickback. Momentarily its all good, and the future remains to be seen.
OK so there's no free lunch in this world :P Will be embarking on a new adventure in the middle of this year career-wise, and also hopefully picking up essential skills along the way. There's so much more to learn - I must make time for it!
After a hiatus of exercise on Tuesday due to the lack of proper transport and the pain in my knees, I'm all fired up for tomorrow's hike. Have set my sights on achieving "muscle-failure" tomorrow. Tried it this morning but it didn't happen, there's still some movement in the arm. I think that can only be achieved with a slave-driver or coach shouting you on. No sane person could possibly achieve muscle-failure on his/her own right? I dunno, but is it possible? Ah well, will put it to the test tomorrow I guess.
Half the year has zoomed by, and there are less than 7 months to make good on all those resolutions and self-promises. Its time to step up the extra gear and go the extra mile. Its times like these when I feel that I should have a mentor or someone to whom I am accountable to in the flesh to kick my butt into action.
Adidas Girl's doing all right, hope to see her next week :)
Wonders of wonders - thank God my prayers are answered yet again! :) Managed to get my pair of legs back courtesy of my choleric friend, and I'm not too sure how to loosen the hook that I've cast unwittingly on myself. Hopefully the whisky shopping that I will do later this evening will appease or soften the future kickback. Momentarily its all good, and the future remains to be seen.
OK so there's no free lunch in this world :P Will be embarking on a new adventure in the middle of this year career-wise, and also hopefully picking up essential skills along the way. There's so much more to learn - I must make time for it!
After a hiatus of exercise on Tuesday due to the lack of proper transport and the pain in my knees, I'm all fired up for tomorrow's hike. Have set my sights on achieving "muscle-failure" tomorrow. Tried it this morning but it didn't happen, there's still some movement in the arm. I think that can only be achieved with a slave-driver or coach shouting you on. No sane person could possibly achieve muscle-failure on his/her own right? I dunno, but is it possible? Ah well, will put it to the test tomorrow I guess.
Half the year has zoomed by, and there are less than 7 months to make good on all those resolutions and self-promises. Its time to step up the extra gear and go the extra mile. Its times like these when I feel that I should have a mentor or someone to whom I am accountable to in the flesh to kick my butt into action.
Adidas Girl's doing all right, hope to see her next week :)
