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| Here we go again. |
| 05.31.04 (9:08 pm) [edit] |
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Just finished catching 50 winks during the lunch break. My nose is clogged up worse than a public porcelain shrine. Lo and behold, I now speak with a whiny nasal voice; which irritates the crap out of everyone. It's that season again. Hayfever. Just the last thing I need at the moment. Tried a cocktail of suplements last night to boost ye old immuno system but heck, doesn't seem to be workin. The thing bout me is that the darn flu almost always bring about a further chain reaction of events. First, I get a runny nose. Then it starts to get clogged up. A day later, I'll start to hav a throat inflamation. Next thing u know, it'll grow into a full blown case of tonsillitis. And for the coupe de grace, I'll be shivering under my covers wiv a fever. Shite. I'm almost halfway there. Fuck the damn weather... bleh... sniff... snort... hack... wheeze... **cough out hairball**
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| What's spinning? |
| 05.30.04 (9:40 pm) [edit] |
Currently listening to.
PVD's Reflections, Tiesto's Just Be and Quicksilver's ClubFiles.
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| Petrolhead Sotong... |
| 05.24.04 (9:01 pm) [edit] |
I started feeling the rear end give way. My Skyline R34-GTR was thrown into a massive-oversteer. Which was to be expected since I gunned RB26DETT engine for all it's worth before attacking that sharp bend. A slight dab on the brakes activated the massive Brembo calipers which clamped down hard on the ventilated rotors. A split second later, the 18-inch Potenzas found just enough traction to bite the tarmac and I counter steered the car out of the corner.
I eased myself into the snug jet-blue Sparco seats, heaving a sigh of relief. But the yellow Mitsubishi Evo 8 FQ-300 was still on my tail. Damn, he's good. With more than 300 horses on tap plus a far better power to weight ratio compared to my Skyline, I knew he was going to give me one heck of a run for my money. 10 grand was on the line. I grinned to myself. This is what I live for. Slotting the short-throw shift-stick into 3rd, I slammed on the throttle. 327 ponies kicked with all its' fury and jammed me hard against the seat as the rev meter screamed towards the red-line.
I could hear the HKS SQV Blow off Valve hiss madly like a black mamba, working overtime to rid the engine of the excess boost. The Evo matched me move for move. Sweat started forming on my brow. Even with the ATTESA-ETS system activated, I was still sliding wild, both cars barrelling downhill thru the narrow twisty road. I could see the straight 3 corners ahead.
I decided enough was enough. The moment I powered past the last corner, my thumb was firmly placed across the red switch on the suede leather clad Momo steering. I hit the switch. This activated the last 20-shots of NOS I had left in the canister. A lethal combo of nitrous oxide streamed into the direct-port system of my Skyline. My neck was thrown violently back as the additional 50 horses kicked in.
The FQ-300 was no match for the raw power my RB26DETT was churning out. As I left the yellow speck behind into oblivion, I hear a loud deafening honk emanating from what must be the air-horn of a massive 18 wheeler. I opened my eyes. Darn, the lights finally turned green. Stupid truck driver can't wait an additional 2 seconds. I granny shifted into 1st, gave the driver behind me the one finger salute and lumbered my piece of local junk which barely qualifies as a car into the junction.
Oh well... so much for my fanboy fantasy... ^_^
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| Mother tongue... |
| 05.23.04 (8:52 pm) [edit] |
I made a resolution earlier this year to pick up the Mandarin language. It's kinda embarassing being Chinese and not being able to speak the language. Conversing in my native Fujian dialect doesn't count. So, being the gullible idiot that I am, I enrolled into one of those beginner classes. Sorta like a Mandarin kindergarden for grown-ups... sic.
Anyway, after 3 months of classes, and playing truant more than a couple of times, I thought it was time to try out my 'new-found' talents. Called up my mainland fren, which is actually the only person willing to even attempt conversing with me in Mandarin.
[i]Me : Wei CL!!! Ni hau ma? (Hello CL! How r u?)
CL : Huh? Ni si sui? (Huh? Who the hell are u?)
Me : Si wo-lah... sotong! (It's me... sotong!)
CL : Eeee... che me yang ni te hua yi hen cha te? Uwek... (Ew... why is ur Mandarin so bad? Yucks)
Me : Hehe. Ni you work mah ming.... uh... tomorrow? (Hehe... u working tomorrow?)
CL : You lah... wei... ni ke yi speak normal mah? Hen chi kuai ting ni chiang hua yi. (Got-lar. Moron... can u speak normally? Really weird hearing u speak Mandarin.)
Me : Pu... uh... Dun wan lar... Wo want try cakap in hua yi mah... (Don't want. Want to try speaking in Mandarin.)
CL : Cheh. Mei you ren hui ting ni te alien language-lar... haha... (Sheeesh. No one know's how to listen to your alien language, jerk... haha.)
Me : Wei... ni perli me ah? Come-on... gei wo small cuba cuba-lar... (Eh... u makin fun of me? Come on... giv me a chance...)
CL : Hai... ni chen si you tai tuo chian... buang duit only u attend the classes...aiya... I talk to u in English k? Geli-lar hear u speak ur cap-lang Mandarin... :P (Isk... u really got too much money. Waste money only u attend the classes... etc... etc...)
Me : Dun-lar... dun-lar... kei wo ee ke chance-lar... (Gimme a chance-lar...)
CL : Haiya... not free liao-lar... I wan to go lunch liao... when ur Mandarin better... then call me lar... kakaka! (Not free already... lunch... etc... etc...)
Me : Isk... isk... ok-lar... ok-lar... chai chein... (Isk... ok... bye...)
CL : At least u got the last portion right... haha. Bye![/i]
As u can see... my mandarin is still extremely bad. I'm using 20% Mandarin, 50% English and 30% Malay in my conversations. Guess I still have a long way to go. Sigh... hahaha.
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| A few years ago... |
| 05.23.04 (7:47 am) [edit] |
Lately, when I look at myself, I'm kinda suprised to see the amount of electronic doodads I load myself with. In my pockets, I can find a mobile phone, my PDA, some memory cards, CF card adapters, proximity entry cards, controllers to my car and my home electric gate, etc. At the office, I face a 21inch behemoth of a screen and have access to a whole array of workstations and servers with enough crunching power to simulate a nuclear explosion. At home, I have more electronic gadgets which I wouldn't even bother to mention. Yeah, I know. I'm now a certified geek... haha.
But it wasn't always this way. During my highschool years, I had some of my more memorable moments while I was involved in the scouting movement. I really love the way we did things in the most primal of ways, yet able to work around the most complex of problems. One of the skills we picked up were gadget building. No... not electronic gadgets. Gadgets as in building shelters, gateways, stoves, equipment racks, fencing, etc. In our troop, our material of choice were green bamboos and mangrove wood. Bamboos were much easier to work with but mangrove wood were far more sturdy.
Anyway, after building all these gadgets, our superiors will usually come over to inspect the sturdiness of our handy work. Mind u, these ppl are sadistic. Either that or they had a bad childhood... bleh. When they test stuff, this usually mean yanking, tugging, kicking and jumping on the gadgets. Of course our gadgets will give way if we only use normal rafia rope with conventional lashings. So, to work around this, we usually use rubber tube strips on top of the usual rafia rope for assembly purposes to make our gadgets more solid. To further strenghten the joints, we will wrap the weak areas with jute rope and wet the rope with water during the night. By the next day, the water would have evaporated and the rope will shrink and this creates a super strong joint. So strong that sometimes it crushes the bamboo if it contracts too much.
This allows us to build some really fantastic structures. During one of the state camps, my troop actually built a 3 story gateway and a completely sheltered camp site; which was massive and practically eclipsed everything else the other troops built. A little face paint and you could mistake those of us hanging around the gateway with machetes as extras from the set of Braveheart. Took us a week to complete this little project and we needed 5 truckloads of bamboo plus huge amounts of nipah leaves for the roof. We had to source for bamboo from 3 areas and this involved a lot of hacking away with axes and avoiding being clobbered by falling bamboo which were usually more than 10 metres tall. Not to mention the countless encounters with snakes, scorpions, bees and pesky mosquitos. Our weapons? Sulphur powder, lighter fluid/matches, boots, and more boots for projectiles. If these don't work, run like hell.
We also learn something called backwoodsman. This is basically a skill to start fires and use stuff from nature to cook our food with. Again, material of choice, bamboo. We will usually hollow up a bamboo with a machete and use it to boil, steam and cook food with. Unfortunately, if the bamboo isn't young enough, it will burn in minutes. So, what we do is to line the bamboo with a layer of aluminium foil (not allowed), cook the food, remove the foil and then sear the bamboo just enough so that it looks like it really managed to hold up thru the cooking without burning. Illegal, but it works. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to start a fire, it simply refuses to flambe. To work around this, we could use kerosene. But the kerosene has a damn petroleum stench, which is a sure giveaway when routine checks were conducted. So, we used powderized solid fuel. Odourless. Dirty tactic, but hey... it works :)
I really enjoyed sleeping under the stars. There's nothing more serene than listening to the call of the crickets and the crackling of the fire, deep into the night. During one of our expeditions, we managed to build a makeshift shelter out of banana tree bark, just in time to get thru an extremely rainy night. I found it humbling to huddle up with my fellow brothers, trying to keep warm in the middle of the jungle with just a canteen of water, some soggy matches, an almost dead torch and a machete. Priceless.
There's still a lot of nice stuff I picked up from my scouting years. Like building an oven out of an old cooking oil container. To check your shoes every morning before putting them on. I wore my boots for the better half of the day before realizing there was a live milipede in it. I screamed like a little girl before passing out (kiddin...). Lemongrass can help repel mosquitos. Kerosene really taste like shit (fire-thrower wannabe went wrong... don't ask). The axe is your best friend. If you have illegal stuff in the campsite, hide it far far away when not in use. Or better yet, burry it. What your superiors don't know can't hurt you ;)
Anyway, these were just a fraction of the dumb things I did back then when I was a kid. It was fun and will always remain as some of the more interesting memories I have. Come to think of it, I think I'm getting a little soft now... haha. My expanding waistline is solid proof of this ^_^
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| 05.20.04 (9:00 pm) [edit] |
I'll get straight to the point. I was bummed out. Yeah. Simple as that. This week have been horrendous, but I'm not gonna dwell into it. Suffice to say that everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. I was left in a state of shock by the end of Monday. By Wednesday, I was practically begging to be put down.
But just before I hit rock bottom, an old classmate called up. He was my childhood friend and though we do keep in touch, we met up only once in a blue moon. I'm glad he called. Somehow, talking to an old buddy made things a little more bearable. I only open up to a handful of ppl in my life. This old friend was one of them. Another two are my colleagues, a guy and the another a girl. Finally, there's my cousin; whom I see as both a fren and a brother.
These are the only ppl (aside from my family) who I feel comfortable talking to when I hit a brick wall or during my times of despair. I'm very glad and thankful that I still have these few individuals in my life as they are the ones' who help keep my sanity in check. To the four of you (I'm sure u know who u r), heaps of thanks for being there, and for being my confidants.
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| A tale of Bloom, Pitts and a Bana. |
| 05.15.04 (11:47 am) [edit] |
Just came back from watching Troy. This damn island really have too many cineplexes already...
Was one heck of a show. Nice to see the hours melt away so quickly. Anyway... juz wanted to say that Eric Bana's Hector really kicks ass! Was genuinely moving seeing him as the no-nonsense warrior, filial son, protective brother, loving husband and a doting father. Makes Brad Pitt's Archilles seem almost miniscule in comparison. No doubt Brad is one heck of an actor and could carry off the Greek God look well... but his character isn't as well developed as Hector's. Oh yeah... the fairer sex might get a kick out of ogling over Brad's ass... coz there were like a gazzilion scenes of Archilles in the buff.
If there was one character I would like to bash in this blog, the title would no doubt fall on Orlando Bloom's Paris. This yellow belly twiggy useless horny son-ova-biatch doesn't deserve the amount of airtime dedicated to him. Bad enough that his lust for Helen caused hell for Troy (maybe someone should buy him a male chastity-belt)... he had to bring down the honour of his ppl as well. Was really pathetic to see him fight Helen's ex-hubby (a barrel chested guy and hairy as hell). Paris somehow have the balls to challenge this man-ape-babboon to a death-match but unsuprisingly lost both his testicular jewels halfway into the battle. Sheesh... to see him crawl to the feet of Hector begging to be saved... damn anal. Damn bitch could really use some whoop-ass. Bleh.
The sets were pretty impressive. The battles... massive. But doesn't seem to have the intensity comparable to the Lord of the Ring trilogy. Somehow... in the many long-shots employed in the film... the essense of real urgency in battle seems to be lost. Suprising there weren't much blood either. Total amount of blood spilled in the whole movie? Could be covered in the first 15 minutes of Kill Bill Vol.1. I kid you not.
Overall... it was a great way to spend 2 and a half hours. But I'm still kinda boggled how this 'Helen' managed to launch a thousand ships. Either I'm blind... or I'm too pooped today to appreciate the heavenly beauty everyones' been raving about. Oh well... one man's meat is another man's poison. Or something like that... whateva.
Bleh. Nite.
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| Weekend blues. |
| 05.13.04 (11:00 pm) [edit] |
It's the end of the week. Yet again, I find myself wondering what will I be doing during the weekend. Not that I do much nowadays. I usually end up rotting at home feeding on a diet of junk food and some old DVDs.
Loneliness can be such a pain. But not as bad as the memory of an ex. It's been almost a year and a half since the split. Which wasn't exactly mutual. Let's just say I got dumped like some puppy by the owner who no longer find it amusing. I've moved on with my mundane life. Or so I thought. I haven't been dwelling on the events which unfolded last year for quite some time now. I found myself smilling and was relatively happy as time slowly sooth away some of the scars. Till 3 days ago.
I saw a a small crowd gathering around a colleague's cubicle during lunch break. I joined in to see what the comotion was about. "Hey K? What's new?" I asked. "Oh nothing... just browsing thru some vacation pics. Really cool. Have a look?" K replied. "Your's? Another vacation? I tot you just came back from Japan last month?" me scratching my head. "Nah... these ain't mine." K snapped back. I was wondering who's vacation pics these were. So I had a peek.
My blood froze when I saw H on the monitor. And she was wrapped around the arms of P. I stood there dumbstruck for what felt like an eternity. I quickly excused myself to the safe vicinity of my cube with tears in my eyes. P is my colleague and was once one of my closest buddy. But all hell broke lose when H left me for him, and I stayed clear away from both of them ever since then.
All the months I took to try and forget about the past was wasted in those few instances. Old memories flooded my head with a vengance. I was so disraught for the next few days that I could hardly operate, let alone function at the workplace. Which made me ask myself over and over again. "Why can't I move on? Why does the memories of my ex keep torturing me this way? When will I be whole again?"
I'm still looking for answers.
I'm so bloody dissapointed with life right now...
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| What's spinning? |
| 05.11.04 (8:23 pm) [edit] |
Mood - Very busy.
Currently listening to :
[b]Dave Matthews Band - [i]Where Are You Going[/i][/b]
Where are you going, with your long face pulling down?
Don’t hide away, like an ocean
But you can’t see, but you can... smell
And the sound of waves crashing down
I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero; oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I wannna be
Where are you going? where do you go?
Are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?
If along the way you are growing weary, you can rest with me
Until a brighter day and you're OK
I am no superman
and I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing is
Where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I wanna be
Where are you going? Where do you go?0
Where do you go? Where are you going?
Where do you go?
I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero; oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go is where I want to be
Where are you going? Where do you go?
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| I'm back :) |
| 05.06.04 (3:26 am) [edit] |
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Been more than a week since I last blogged. Which is great coz if I had done any blogging, it would most probably be me ranting bout how the world is unfair, assholes being bastards and bitches, bosses who are megalomaniac jerks... u get the picture. That being said, I have been spending some of my time reading other ppl's blog. And when I said some time, I actually meant a whole load of time. Came across a number of sites which put a really broad smile on my face. Most of them are locals. And these bunch are some of the wittiest, hillarious and blunt individuals I've ever encountered. No topic are taboo to them. The government, dorks, sex, guys, girls, gays, straight ppl, idiots, animals... even insects. None escapes their elaborate scrutiny. Of cause, all these are done in a tongue in a cheek fashion, but whoa... did I have one heck of a time laughing my head off. Makes me realize that blogs have the potential to make ppl feel better instead of just gloating bout doom and gloommy stuff all the time. Coz these blogs really left an impact on me. To the authors, hats off to all of you! Cheers ^_^
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Complementary Metal Oxide Semiconductor. A process that uses both N- and P-channel devices in a complimentary fashion to achieve small geometries and low power consumption.
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