boredom has set in... yet again. recurring. chronic. terminal!!!! aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggggghhhh can't see a pattern. nor a trigger. so meaning no hope of cure in sight...
then... friends came in the picture and have prescribed a treatment... and my boredom has been diagnosed to be, apparently, unique!!! now i have been given, what is called, a wish list. i suppose i'll just have to figure out what i want to do before i die..! and in this cute little book, there is a sticker which says..."If in doubt, follow your heart". but i think i have somehow managed to analysed everything to death, and right now seemed a little bit incapable of doing just that.
so, ppl, need your help. if i have ever said i want/ wish for something (material/ otherwise), pls refresh my memory...
p/s: i do remember i wanted a lamborghini.... and a superbike.... and very recently a silvia... lol :)
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
super photogenic babe
sebastian in action... charming all the "che ches" and "ko kos"... ready to be hired for advertising jobs. understand basic english + malay such as "show us your gigi"... and "where is your nose?"
Empress Orchid
a must read. describes the life of the last empress. the loneliness. how trapped she is.
everything does come with a price. firstly, are you willing to pay? and the thing is, you won't know and you can't choose the installment plan. payment might last a whole lifetime... and sometimes you can't back out...
then i suppose one should always "play hard"... might as well maximise utility of whatever it is one have decided to "pay" for...
everything does come with a price. firstly, are you willing to pay? and the thing is, you won't know and you can't choose the installment plan. payment might last a whole lifetime... and sometimes you can't back out...
then i suppose one should always "play hard"... might as well maximise utility of whatever it is one have decided to "pay" for...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
fun sunday drive
warm afternoon, smell of burning rubber, sexy sounds of engines revving... we were tearing down the tracks in sepang's south circuit... or rather fabian, eric and kenny was anyways...
so got a roller coaster like ride in a modified-for-track-beemer (fabian's), subaru (eric's) and a yellow car (kenny's) - which was most interesting :) ... apparently, "raw" is the word to describe it...
didn't get to drive (*pout*) and what's more, missed alvin's lambo ride!!!!! (*cry*)
was a hpc event... wanna drive next time....
http://www.hpcevents.com/instructors.htm
so got a roller coaster like ride in a modified-for-track-beemer (fabian's), subaru (eric's) and a yellow car (kenny's) - which was most interesting :) ... apparently, "raw" is the word to describe it...
didn't get to drive (*pout*) and what's more, missed alvin's lambo ride!!!!! (*cry*)
was a hpc event... wanna drive next time....
http://www.hpcevents.com/instructors.htm
Friday, April 18, 2008
Lost In Tokyo
by
Tokyo Boy
15 April 2008 : It all happened so sudden. As I was shopping in Zara at Osaka's premier shopping district, Shinsaibashi, my passport went missing. I had bought a nice short sleeve blue shirt with white collars earlier, and I may have misplaced my passport there. It was kept in a black money pouch including approximately around MYR 1,500 in various currency notes.
When I realized it went missing, approximately an hour later, I went searching around the area speaking what limited Japanese I know about lost passport but unfortunately it didn't turn up. Had left my number with Zara's sales clerks as well as my tour guide's number in case it turn up. At the back of my mind, I was wondering how to arrange my presentation to some super VVIPs on the coming Thursday since I suspect I will be stuck here awhile.
It was very strange after the initial search. Keeping calm, I contacted the following :
1. Malaysian embassy - For procedures on getting an emergency travel pass.
2. The tour guide - To inform him on my predicament and seek for advice. He had later called up the tour bus to check if I had left it in there as well as the hotel so they could check my room.
3. International SOS - To check on hotels in Tokyo (near to the embassy) for availability at reasonable rates. So far they are the best as they were willing to call up the hotel to check the availability while the rest of the numbers I called later just tell me the hotel's number. The hotel I decided was based on their recommendation.
4. American Express Global Assist - Can't help much because I'm not a Gold Card holder.
5. OCBC Platinum Hotline - Can't help much either though they gave me a list of hotel numbers. Mentioned that they are more in tune with Malaysia & Singapore at the moment.
6. Citibank Global Collect Call - Rejected the collect call. No idea why. Maybe I will cancel their card soon.
7. Parents - They both panicked a little and they gave me numbers for my foster brother as well as another friend who's working in Tokyo. I met them both later. Also they checked on my travel insurance and I could claim up till RM 5,000 for inconveniences. Was pondering how many extra days I should stay.
8. Some office colleagues - To rearrange appointments and get them to fax my passport copy over.
I'd probably spend quite a bit already on phone calls which I would claim once I'm back. After losing my passport, didn't really felt like I wanna shop anymore hence, I just hang around Starbucks till the rest of the group finished their shopping.
That night me and the guide went to one of the police box and reported the lost item. They were very friendly, patient, and efficient. Unfortunately they can't issue the report which I need for the embassy to issue me the certificate, cause all I got was a report number. I argued a bit with the guide though he insisted that this is their procedure. Back of my head, I suspected he didn't know much as because I had already asked the embassy that only Police Stations can issue the report while Police Boxes are just small outposts (macam pondok saja). However I couldn't win this argument as since the guide said everything is fine. Next time I'm gonna insist more on doing it my way. Skipped dinner because of this.
16 April 2008 : I still packed my bags and wanted to follow the group to Kansai airport. The Malaysian guide mentioned for me to stay here in the hotel to which now I insisted to follow cause at the airport I could at least have a lot of transportation facilities should I need to go to Tokyo, as well as baggage storage where I can keep my huge bag. If I hadn't went there, I would need to lug my stuff from the hotel which was very heavy unless I took a cab which would be very expensive. He did help a bit by getting me the consulate number in Osaka as well as the MAS office in both Tokyo and Osaka (which I had asked for earlier as I need to change my flight).
During this whole time, most of the calls and arrangements I did myself which made me wonder how helpful the tour guides are. I had checked the Net the night before on all the necessary procedures (as well as see if I could go to Universal Studios should I stay in Osaka). And most of the phone numbers I had already retrieved. So I was wondering if it was anybody else who was less capable, how would they feel if the guides were found wanting in situations like this.
Later I said goodbye to my colleagues at the airport who were all concerned (or not since I am able to converse a little). Some of them asked me to buy more stuff though for them. Later I would book myself a domestic flight to Tokyo which costs RM 600 for that 1 hour trip. I had wanted to consider the Shinkansen but I don't want to lug my luggage around too much hence I chose the flight.
Arriving at Tokyo's Haneda airport, I bought a couple of phone cards and continue my research calls. The airlines had confirmed that they can change my ticket for a nominal fee including switching my outbound flight from Narita instead of Kansai (the fee was around RM 360) which was great. The lady over the line, Nakayama, was so helpful and efficient that I told her I wanted to meet her and thanked her personally.
I also called up a list of hotels to check on availability and all them were fully booked. This were the USD 100 range of hotels around the Shinjuku & Shibuya area (the embassy is in Shibuya). Finally I settled with the original hotel proposed by the International SOS which was Keio Plaza Hotel in Shinjuku at around USD 235 per night (insurance claimable after all).
Then I called up the embassy again to confirm the procedure. I had already gotten most of the documents ready including the landing confirmation from the MAS office (god bless Nakayama-san again), but they insisted on a police report. To which they recommend me to go to the Shibuya Police Staion and make one. Back of my mind I knew I was right then when I argued with the guide. Also I arranged to meet up with my friend, Roy for dinner later that night as I would need him around to talk to the police again.
Finally, I took the train to Shinjuku, lugging my 30 kg luggage up the stairs, down the elevators, passed thousands of people during rush hour, and across a few kilometers before reaching the hotel.
After resting a bit, I made my way to Shibuya, and met up with Roy. We went straight to the station and explain to the cops my predicament. Again they were friendly and helpful though they found it strange why would I need to make another report. Still I got what I wanted and I was to collect it the following morning.
Roy, was my parent's friend's son and he had went to Japan 15 years ago on the same Youth Exchange Program that I went. He's now working in Tokyo having married a Japanese and had a child of 8 months. He also stays near Disneyland. He took me to one of the more famous Ramen place in Harajuku and it the food was very good. So much so we both had second helpings. We discussed a lot of interesting things and would compare Japan with the rest of the world (especially Malaysia) on the differences in culture, work environment and so forth. All in all we both shared similar thoughts.
After our dinner he went home, and I went to Hard Rock Cafe Tokyo in Roppongi to get a T-shirt for my colleague. I also bought some pins for my team since I had went there a few nights before and they weren't able to make it at all. One thing though, everywhere I passed by there's bound to be a Starbucks cafe, and I think I had at least one cup almost everyday I was in Japan.
17 April 2008 : Early morning I got up and went to the Police Station again to collect the report. Then I got my passport photo taken on the way to the embassy. At the embassy I met Kobayashi-san, the guy who I spoke over the phone. He was a great help as well, and manage to get my certificate done in the same day (I had heard it would take at least 4 working days). Then again I was very detailed in filling up the forms and he was surprised as most people just write lost passport while I give a blow-by-blow account of what happened.
While waiting for the certificate I left the embassy and went to three different areas, all via the trains & subways. They are :
1. Ginza - To pick up the RM 300 brushes for HY's dad at this place called KyuKyodo.
2. Asakusa - To visit the birthplace of Tokyo and buy 2 souvenirs for my colleagues who requested me to help find (which I knew can only be gotten in this area). Also took some pictures so I could go back and show them what they had missed :)
3. Akihabara - Actually I only wanted to spend my 3-4 hours time here as this is where all the electronics stuff are sold including Japanese animation, DVDs, and other high-tech curios. In the end I got to spend only half an hour here and bought myself a 2 GB SD card which was only RM 33! I think it should be cheaper than Malaysia (last I checked was around RM 50). Could have bought more stuff but had to rush back to the embassy later to collect my certificate.
It was raining on the way back, but finally I got my certificate to go home! I had also confirmed my flight on the following day at 1.30 pm from Narita, Tokyo (god bless Nakayama-san) and she had faxed the itinerary both to the embassy and my hotel. All in all, things went perfectly fine except that I was tired from all the walking.
That night I met up with Ryuji, my foster brother. He's a year younger, already married, and currently have his own shop business selling alcohol from all over Japan. His wife is one of his employees and only 18 years old! He took me to dinner at Shinjuku in the Red Light Area (called Kabuki-cho here), and we drank beer while having various seafood dishes including one large shrimp, catching up on old times as well as what's new in both our lives.
Later he would take me around the area to enquire about the services on offer. As explained by him, it is against the law for prostitution which meant intercourse, hence the services offered are more on petting & kissing basis, which costs around RM 500-600 for 1-2 hours (depending on duration & place). It seems there are a lot of escort services as brochures were openly displayed. Most of the ladies were of early twenties though there were some places that specializes in women of other sizes. All in all we had an interesting night.
Later I went back to Hard Rock Cafe again as I got a few SMSes to get more t-shirts & magnets. I think I spent over RM 700 there already which I'm going to get back from my colleagues later. On the way back, I had another cup of Starbucks.
18 April 2008 : I had already packed my bag the night before so I woke up at around 7 am and caught the 7.50 am airport limo bus (RM 100 for one way trip). It was a 2-hour journey so I slept most of the way as I only slept at 4 am the night before (due to all the packing).
Now I am at a Starbucks cafe typing this missive thinking if I should have stayed another day. Then again, I am already tight on the dough and should not spend any more (it's really expensive here on the basic necessities). That and I'd probably need to work over the weekend to get some stuff done.
Ja mata aimasho!
Tokyo Boy
15 April 2008 : It all happened so sudden. As I was shopping in Zara at Osaka's premier shopping district, Shinsaibashi, my passport went missing. I had bought a nice short sleeve blue shirt with white collars earlier, and I may have misplaced my passport there. It was kept in a black money pouch including approximately around MYR 1,500 in various currency notes.
When I realized it went missing, approximately an hour later, I went searching around the area speaking what limited Japanese I know about lost passport but unfortunately it didn't turn up. Had left my number with Zara's sales clerks as well as my tour guide's number in case it turn up. At the back of my mind, I was wondering how to arrange my presentation to some super VVIPs on the coming Thursday since I suspect I will be stuck here awhile.
It was very strange after the initial search. Keeping calm, I contacted the following :
1. Malaysian embassy - For procedures on getting an emergency travel pass.
2. The tour guide - To inform him on my predicament and seek for advice. He had later called up the tour bus to check if I had left it in there as well as the hotel so they could check my room.
3. International SOS - To check on hotels in Tokyo (near to the embassy) for availability at reasonable rates. So far they are the best as they were willing to call up the hotel to check the availability while the rest of the numbers I called later just tell me the hotel's number. The hotel I decided was based on their recommendation.
4. American Express Global Assist - Can't help much because I'm not a Gold Card holder.
5. OCBC Platinum Hotline - Can't help much either though they gave me a list of hotel numbers. Mentioned that they are more in tune with Malaysia & Singapore at the moment.
6. Citibank Global Collect Call - Rejected the collect call. No idea why. Maybe I will cancel their card soon.
7. Parents - They both panicked a little and they gave me numbers for my foster brother as well as another friend who's working in Tokyo. I met them both later. Also they checked on my travel insurance and I could claim up till RM 5,000 for inconveniences. Was pondering how many extra days I should stay.
8. Some office colleagues - To rearrange appointments and get them to fax my passport copy over.
I'd probably spend quite a bit already on phone calls which I would claim once I'm back. After losing my passport, didn't really felt like I wanna shop anymore hence, I just hang around Starbucks till the rest of the group finished their shopping.
That night me and the guide went to one of the police box and reported the lost item. They were very friendly, patient, and efficient. Unfortunately they can't issue the report which I need for the embassy to issue me the certificate, cause all I got was a report number. I argued a bit with the guide though he insisted that this is their procedure. Back of my head, I suspected he didn't know much as because I had already asked the embassy that only Police Stations can issue the report while Police Boxes are just small outposts (macam pondok saja). However I couldn't win this argument as since the guide said everything is fine. Next time I'm gonna insist more on doing it my way. Skipped dinner because of this.
16 April 2008 : I still packed my bags and wanted to follow the group to Kansai airport. The Malaysian guide mentioned for me to stay here in the hotel to which now I insisted to follow cause at the airport I could at least have a lot of transportation facilities should I need to go to Tokyo, as well as baggage storage where I can keep my huge bag. If I hadn't went there, I would need to lug my stuff from the hotel which was very heavy unless I took a cab which would be very expensive. He did help a bit by getting me the consulate number in Osaka as well as the MAS office in both Tokyo and Osaka (which I had asked for earlier as I need to change my flight).
During this whole time, most of the calls and arrangements I did myself which made me wonder how helpful the tour guides are. I had checked the Net the night before on all the necessary procedures (as well as see if I could go to Universal Studios should I stay in Osaka). And most of the phone numbers I had already retrieved. So I was wondering if it was anybody else who was less capable, how would they feel if the guides were found wanting in situations like this.
Later I said goodbye to my colleagues at the airport who were all concerned (or not since I am able to converse a little). Some of them asked me to buy more stuff though for them. Later I would book myself a domestic flight to Tokyo which costs RM 600 for that 1 hour trip. I had wanted to consider the Shinkansen but I don't want to lug my luggage around too much hence I chose the flight.
Arriving at Tokyo's Haneda airport, I bought a couple of phone cards and continue my research calls. The airlines had confirmed that they can change my ticket for a nominal fee including switching my outbound flight from Narita instead of Kansai (the fee was around RM 360) which was great. The lady over the line, Nakayama, was so helpful and efficient that I told her I wanted to meet her and thanked her personally.
I also called up a list of hotels to check on availability and all them were fully booked. This were the USD 100 range of hotels around the Shinjuku & Shibuya area (the embassy is in Shibuya). Finally I settled with the original hotel proposed by the International SOS which was Keio Plaza Hotel in Shinjuku at around USD 235 per night (insurance claimable after all).
Then I called up the embassy again to confirm the procedure. I had already gotten most of the documents ready including the landing confirmation from the MAS office (god bless Nakayama-san again), but they insisted on a police report. To which they recommend me to go to the Shibuya Police Staion and make one. Back of my mind I knew I was right then when I argued with the guide. Also I arranged to meet up with my friend, Roy for dinner later that night as I would need him around to talk to the police again.
Finally, I took the train to Shinjuku, lugging my 30 kg luggage up the stairs, down the elevators, passed thousands of people during rush hour, and across a few kilometers before reaching the hotel.
After resting a bit, I made my way to Shibuya, and met up with Roy. We went straight to the station and explain to the cops my predicament. Again they were friendly and helpful though they found it strange why would I need to make another report. Still I got what I wanted and I was to collect it the following morning.
Roy, was my parent's friend's son and he had went to Japan 15 years ago on the same Youth Exchange Program that I went. He's now working in Tokyo having married a Japanese and had a child of 8 months. He also stays near Disneyland. He took me to one of the more famous Ramen place in Harajuku and it the food was very good. So much so we both had second helpings. We discussed a lot of interesting things and would compare Japan with the rest of the world (especially Malaysia) on the differences in culture, work environment and so forth. All in all we both shared similar thoughts.
After our dinner he went home, and I went to Hard Rock Cafe Tokyo in Roppongi to get a T-shirt for my colleague. I also bought some pins for my team since I had went there a few nights before and they weren't able to make it at all. One thing though, everywhere I passed by there's bound to be a Starbucks cafe, and I think I had at least one cup almost everyday I was in Japan.
17 April 2008 : Early morning I got up and went to the Police Station again to collect the report. Then I got my passport photo taken on the way to the embassy. At the embassy I met Kobayashi-san, the guy who I spoke over the phone. He was a great help as well, and manage to get my certificate done in the same day (I had heard it would take at least 4 working days). Then again I was very detailed in filling up the forms and he was surprised as most people just write lost passport while I give a blow-by-blow account of what happened.
While waiting for the certificate I left the embassy and went to three different areas, all via the trains & subways. They are :
1. Ginza - To pick up the RM 300 brushes for HY's dad at this place called KyuKyodo.
2. Asakusa - To visit the birthplace of Tokyo and buy 2 souvenirs for my colleagues who requested me to help find (which I knew can only be gotten in this area). Also took some pictures so I could go back and show them what they had missed :)
3. Akihabara - Actually I only wanted to spend my 3-4 hours time here as this is where all the electronics stuff are sold including Japanese animation, DVDs, and other high-tech curios. In the end I got to spend only half an hour here and bought myself a 2 GB SD card which was only RM 33! I think it should be cheaper than Malaysia (last I checked was around RM 50). Could have bought more stuff but had to rush back to the embassy later to collect my certificate.
It was raining on the way back, but finally I got my certificate to go home! I had also confirmed my flight on the following day at 1.30 pm from Narita, Tokyo (god bless Nakayama-san) and she had faxed the itinerary both to the embassy and my hotel. All in all, things went perfectly fine except that I was tired from all the walking.
That night I met up with Ryuji, my foster brother. He's a year younger, already married, and currently have his own shop business selling alcohol from all over Japan. His wife is one of his employees and only 18 years old! He took me to dinner at Shinjuku in the Red Light Area (called Kabuki-cho here), and we drank beer while having various seafood dishes including one large shrimp, catching up on old times as well as what's new in both our lives.
Later he would take me around the area to enquire about the services on offer. As explained by him, it is against the law for prostitution which meant intercourse, hence the services offered are more on petting & kissing basis, which costs around RM 500-600 for 1-2 hours (depending on duration & place). It seems there are a lot of escort services as brochures were openly displayed. Most of the ladies were of early twenties though there were some places that specializes in women of other sizes. All in all we had an interesting night.
Later I went back to Hard Rock Cafe again as I got a few SMSes to get more t-shirts & magnets. I think I spent over RM 700 there already which I'm going to get back from my colleagues later. On the way back, I had another cup of Starbucks.
18 April 2008 : I had already packed my bag the night before so I woke up at around 7 am and caught the 7.50 am airport limo bus (RM 100 for one way trip). It was a 2-hour journey so I slept most of the way as I only slept at 4 am the night before (due to all the packing).
Now I am at a Starbucks cafe typing this missive thinking if I should have stayed another day. Then again, I am already tight on the dough and should not spend any more (it's really expensive here on the basic necessities). That and I'd probably need to work over the weekend to get some stuff done.
Ja mata aimasho!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
under the sakuras
by
poh chin (trying to see it from M's point of view)
are you my best friend? i asked my best friend. she responded "i guess so... are you mine?" ... SIGH. such is my very emotionally detached but very observant best friend. she's very different from me. so they say opposites attract. not that we are lesbians or anything. both are absolutely positively straight. she's not sensitive enough to survive as a lesbian. i am too much a romantic to be one.
anyway, her lack of emotional detachment also makes it a little bit difficult to confide in her. she'll probably analyse it and try to give me a solution (a very guy-ish side of her) and what i need is more of a shoulder to cry on, someone to listen to me and someone to be on my side... to agree that things are tough... to agree that life's not fair... to let me be weak... to take care of me... (this is probably where pc will say "you need a bf" and i suppose i don't mind one, though the idea of having one which remotely resembles the men in my family freaks me out totally!!)
just got back from japan. missed the hours i spent under the sakuras... in the parks... doing absolutely nothing. only in far far away places, far away from everybody who finds it so easy to depend on me... that i will be able to rest. really rest. do nothing. think nothing. and sleep!! yes, i am finally able to sleep... early too! and alot! love the carefree feeling... love finding myself. because that is what i am. a romantic carefree being who loves the idea of love.
back home... i feel lost. why? because i am not really me. i care, but it hurts to care. so i try not to care. but it also hurts not to care. so i feel lost. somebody will have to figure this out for me. why is it so difficult to not care for somebody who does not care for oneself?? why should anybody? but i do. why is it that i have to take care of someone who is suppose to take care of me? cause i care, i suppose. so the problem is because i care?
pc says
"you should care because that is you. you might end up hurt or disappointed if you care, but you'll be happy! (sounds unlikely, but i really think so).
if you don't care, you'll be unhappy with yourself for not caring, you'll be unhappy because is so not you, you'll be unhappy because you are failing to detach yourself, and on top of that because you fail to really not care, you'll still end up hurt or disappointed."
with best friends like those, who needs enemies really. she has a weird kinda logic. but it works. so i suppose i'll just care.
somebody get me out of this melancholy mood... please... ?
poh chin (trying to see it from M's point of view)
are you my best friend? i asked my best friend. she responded "i guess so... are you mine?" ... SIGH. such is my very emotionally detached but very observant best friend. she's very different from me. so they say opposites attract. not that we are lesbians or anything. both are absolutely positively straight. she's not sensitive enough to survive as a lesbian. i am too much a romantic to be one.
anyway, her lack of emotional detachment also makes it a little bit difficult to confide in her. she'll probably analyse it and try to give me a solution (a very guy-ish side of her) and what i need is more of a shoulder to cry on, someone to listen to me and someone to be on my side... to agree that things are tough... to agree that life's not fair... to let me be weak... to take care of me... (this is probably where pc will say "you need a bf" and i suppose i don't mind one, though the idea of having one which remotely resembles the men in my family freaks me out totally!!)
just got back from japan. missed the hours i spent under the sakuras... in the parks... doing absolutely nothing. only in far far away places, far away from everybody who finds it so easy to depend on me... that i will be able to rest. really rest. do nothing. think nothing. and sleep!! yes, i am finally able to sleep... early too! and alot! love the carefree feeling... love finding myself. because that is what i am. a romantic carefree being who loves the idea of love.
back home... i feel lost. why? because i am not really me. i care, but it hurts to care. so i try not to care. but it also hurts not to care. so i feel lost. somebody will have to figure this out for me. why is it so difficult to not care for somebody who does not care for oneself?? why should anybody? but i do. why is it that i have to take care of someone who is suppose to take care of me? cause i care, i suppose. so the problem is because i care?
pc says
"you should care because that is you. you might end up hurt or disappointed if you care, but you'll be happy! (sounds unlikely, but i really think so).
if you don't care, you'll be unhappy with yourself for not caring, you'll be unhappy because is so not you, you'll be unhappy because you are failing to detach yourself, and on top of that because you fail to really not care, you'll still end up hurt or disappointed."
with best friends like those, who needs enemies really. she has a weird kinda logic. but it works. so i suppose i'll just care.
somebody get me out of this melancholy mood... please... ?
Monday, April 14, 2008
change
i need a change. in what i don't know. i just know i need a change. i suppose i'll just do what i might not normally do and see what happens from there. yes to whatever i would say no to, and no to whatever i would say yes to. for a week. and see what happens. other than in work, of course. i can't say "no, i won't sell to you" (!!)... lol
why can't i just say i need to get out of comfort zone?
then again, this may be just a phase. due to withdrawal symptoms. M has not been around for 2.5 weeks. and therefore, also missing would be T and D. then again, my bestest hangout buddy is just back from japan. i might get out of this bored-shitless state and not feel like a change afterall. or i might not. or maybe this is all just from an inflated level of cholesterol due to my one week stint in sabah. cholesterol induced change... hmm... or maybe not. why bother to know? i would normally find out. so now, i won't!
i know my friends say i am a little bit rebellious at times. but rebelling against myself??? that's new.
ok. that's enough. i have always bragged that i can sleep anytime. but since i slept at 9pm. and accidentally woke up about an hour back, i don't know if i can sleep. maybe tv would be a good idea. i know M would advocate that.
why can't i just say i need to get out of comfort zone?
then again, this may be just a phase. due to withdrawal symptoms. M has not been around for 2.5 weeks. and therefore, also missing would be T and D. then again, my bestest hangout buddy is just back from japan. i might get out of this bored-shitless state and not feel like a change afterall. or i might not. or maybe this is all just from an inflated level of cholesterol due to my one week stint in sabah. cholesterol induced change... hmm... or maybe not. why bother to know? i would normally find out. so now, i won't!
i know my friends say i am a little bit rebellious at times. but rebelling against myself??? that's new.
ok. that's enough. i have always bragged that i can sleep anytime. but since i slept at 9pm. and accidentally woke up about an hour back, i don't know if i can sleep. maybe tv would be a good idea. i know M would advocate that.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
black hippo
i met the b%#$* of the year today. an obesed pea-brained she-blob of lard who totally spoiled my evening. thankfully i am able to limit her impact to a whole 1 hour. what a total waste of 1 hour.
anyway, why? well, she once again, highlighted that respect is truly earned. i suppose there is a certain amount of respect granted by default if one has a title, designation, is old, etc.
but that is easily lost. how? by talking about something without throughly understanding it, by trying to assert authority via the most ridiculously menial way possible, by not respecting other ppl, .....
anyway, why? well, she once again, highlighted that respect is truly earned. i suppose there is a certain amount of respect granted by default if one has a title, designation, is old, etc.
but that is easily lost. how? by talking about something without throughly understanding it, by trying to assert authority via the most ridiculously menial way possible, by not respecting other ppl, .....
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Saturday night post
by
Snicker-stained fingers, by *Snicker*
Writing has always had a profound effect. Somehow I find putting thoughts into unspoken words is so much more effective than saying it aloud. Possibly it is the shroud of anonymity, a barrier that is so safe, you could write anything, and not wonders if it’s coming out right.
Then again, a command of the language is a major discouragement to many people. I’ve seen those that wrote a perfectly innocent sentence, only to spark off a row and arguments, to the extent of getting personal.
SO what happens if out of the blue (or green, or pink) you’re asked to write something, anything. All of a sudden, the train of thought slips the mind, right? That’s what I face now.
I’m sitting in my bedroom, AC turned way down low, so low that it can freeze balls and grow icicles. And the web’s tuned to a radio station from back home, making me feel nostalgic and homesick all at the same time. And I’m munching on a Snickers bar (ad alert!) at 10pm at night, just so I feel less sorry for myself for wasting my Saturday night away. Not that there’s much to do anyway. Cable’s not exactly entertaining me at present. The web’s a good distraction, though I’ve seen what I want, read what I missed. So what’s next?
Oh, I’m getting a new toy soon. No revealing here, cos it’s going to be featured on my site. A good distraction, though somehow I can’t shake that nagging feeling that it’ll be shelved in no time once I’m bored. I deserved it. Who cares? That’s why we work so hard. I quote from Eureka “Life – Dream = Job”. I’m doing a Job alright. But I’m living it up, so it’s not that bad a job. Can’t figure out the dream part though….
Snicker-stained fingers, by *Snicker*
Writing has always had a profound effect. Somehow I find putting thoughts into unspoken words is so much more effective than saying it aloud. Possibly it is the shroud of anonymity, a barrier that is so safe, you could write anything, and not wonders if it’s coming out right.
Then again, a command of the language is a major discouragement to many people. I’ve seen those that wrote a perfectly innocent sentence, only to spark off a row and arguments, to the extent of getting personal.
SO what happens if out of the blue (or green, or pink) you’re asked to write something, anything. All of a sudden, the train of thought slips the mind, right? That’s what I face now.
I’m sitting in my bedroom, AC turned way down low, so low that it can freeze balls and grow icicles. And the web’s tuned to a radio station from back home, making me feel nostalgic and homesick all at the same time. And I’m munching on a Snickers bar (ad alert!) at 10pm at night, just so I feel less sorry for myself for wasting my Saturday night away. Not that there’s much to do anyway. Cable’s not exactly entertaining me at present. The web’s a good distraction, though I’ve seen what I want, read what I missed. So what’s next?
Oh, I’m getting a new toy soon. No revealing here, cos it’s going to be featured on my site. A good distraction, though somehow I can’t shake that nagging feeling that it’ll be shelved in no time once I’m bored. I deserved it. Who cares? That’s why we work so hard. I quote from Eureka “Life – Dream = Job”. I’m doing a Job alright. But I’m living it up, so it’s not that bad a job. Can’t figure out the dream part though….
growing old is no fun
a friend said "growing old is boring affair"
i think we grow old all the time. have been doing that since the coming into this world. but why does it get boring after awhile?
let's look back a little bit. what did we use to do for fun? when we were babies, i suppose our parents provided adequate entertainment. when we were teenagers, we do what we can do without a car.
then we get our drivers' license :)
that was the beginning of a whole new world.
we go out. we meet friends. we interacted.
then some fall in love, get married, have babies. now, that, is again, another whole new world. ppl stop going out. coz they have fulfilled their subconscious goals to perpetuate their genes.
then some who still want to go out will feel bored. coz no "kaki".
so, ... we are not bored because we are older. we are bored because not many ppl go out anymore.
i think we grow old all the time. have been doing that since the coming into this world. but why does it get boring after awhile?
let's look back a little bit. what did we use to do for fun? when we were babies, i suppose our parents provided adequate entertainment. when we were teenagers, we do what we can do without a car.
then we get our drivers' license :)
that was the beginning of a whole new world.
we go out. we meet friends. we interacted.
then some fall in love, get married, have babies. now, that, is again, another whole new world. ppl stop going out. coz they have fulfilled their subconscious goals to perpetuate their genes.
then some who still want to go out will feel bored. coz no "kaki".
so, ... we are not bored because we are older. we are bored because not many ppl go out anymore.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Short Words Lunch
by
Terence Fu (trying to see it from PC's point of view)
I was busy minding my work today when my bestest friend HY buzzed me out for lunch. She was looking for a place to munch that is near a Baskin Robbins (due to today being the 31% off day), and her not-really-but-kinda-woulda-perhaps-unlikely-unsure-quite-unclear-however-fence-sitter-have-no-idea-what-I'm-typing-now boyfriend, TF would pick us up. The crime scene was at Marmalade Cafe in Plaza Mont Kiara.
TF was late. Me & HY was damn hungry. We ordered food. I can't wait. I picked out an Oreo cheesecake. We were suppose to share. I ate more than a share. Our food came. Mine was a Deli burger. HY had a salad. TF had some salmon thingy with beans. HY ate TF's broccoli. I ate more cheesecake. TF said the salmon thingy was very filling. I did my nails. I told HY & TF to blog for me. (This is a blog from TF by the way). Oh and the bill came to about RM 102.
It was a really hot & sunny day and HY was melting when we left the cafe. She mentioned about being the only one carrying an umbrella in Australia during her earlier trip there. I look cool in my Gucci shades.
TF wanted to buy Baskin Robbins ice-cream for his sales team. Me & HY wonder why no one from our company buy us ice-cream. The queue was seriously long but a good samaritan gave TF her number and cut short our waiting time by half (which is from 2 hours to 1 hour). There were two 'leng luis' which we observed. One had 'lui yan mei' while the other is just 'lui yan' though both are quite pretty. I think I'm pretty too. Oh HY is pretty too as well.
Finally after TF bought his 7 flavors we shoot off for our offices. The 7 flavors were - World Class Chocolate, Rainbow Sherbet, Macadamia Nuts & Cream, Chocolate Chip, Bananas & Strawberry, Rum Raisin, and Tiramisu. I did not had any.
Terence Fu (trying to see it from PC's point of view)
I was busy minding my work today when my bestest friend HY buzzed me out for lunch. She was looking for a place to munch that is near a Baskin Robbins (due to today being the 31% off day), and her not-really-but-kinda-woulda-perhaps-unlikely-unsure-quite-unclear-however-fence-sitter-have-no-idea-what-I'm-typing-now boyfriend, TF would pick us up. The crime scene was at Marmalade Cafe in Plaza Mont Kiara.
TF was late. Me & HY was damn hungry. We ordered food. I can't wait. I picked out an Oreo cheesecake. We were suppose to share. I ate more than a share. Our food came. Mine was a Deli burger. HY had a salad. TF had some salmon thingy with beans. HY ate TF's broccoli. I ate more cheesecake. TF said the salmon thingy was very filling. I did my nails. I told HY & TF to blog for me. (This is a blog from TF by the way). Oh and the bill came to about RM 102.
It was a really hot & sunny day and HY was melting when we left the cafe. She mentioned about being the only one carrying an umbrella in Australia during her earlier trip there. I look cool in my Gucci shades.
TF wanted to buy Baskin Robbins ice-cream for his sales team. Me & HY wonder why no one from our company buy us ice-cream. The queue was seriously long but a good samaritan gave TF her number and cut short our waiting time by half (which is from 2 hours to 1 hour). There were two 'leng luis' which we observed. One had 'lui yan mei' while the other is just 'lui yan' though both are quite pretty. I think I'm pretty too. Oh HY is pretty too as well.
Finally after TF bought his 7 flavors we shoot off for our offices. The 7 flavors were - World Class Chocolate, Rainbow Sherbet, Macadamia Nuts & Cream, Chocolate Chip, Bananas & Strawberry, Rum Raisin, and Tiramisu. I did not had any.
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