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| Blind justice... |
| 10.31.04 (4:09 pm) [edit] |
Okies... I can blog bout the stupid things I did over the last weekend till the cows come home... but I ain't gonna do that. I'll spare u the agony and blog bout something else instead.
I heard this on the radio while driving over to work. I may have left out some of the details but this is basically what happened. You see... there was this incident over at the UK bout 2 robbers. They broke into this old lady's house with the intention of cleaning out the place. Meanies... bleh... (may you buggers rot in hell). While they were at it, they happen to come across a jar labeled '[i]Charlie[/i]'.
Curiousity got the better of them and they opened the lid to have a peek inside. There was a white powderish substance within the jar. Whoa. Now, in the UK, '[i]Charlie[/i]' is the street lingo for cocaine. Yeah... the damn psychotic mojo drug. They looked at each other... dumbfcuked. Estatic with their find, the two buggers started snorting huge amounts of the white powdery substance like sex-deprived racoons. They left the permises without looting anything but hoping to get high after the snort orgy.
When the old lady came home, she was shocked to find her house ransacked. She immediately made a police report. In the report, she stated although the place was a wreak, suprisingly nothing was stolen. Except the jar, which contained '[i]Charlie[/i]', was empty. Charlie was once her precious dog; cremated some 2 weeks back. The jar held it's [b]ashes[/b] :wink:
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| Sweet nothingness... |
| 10.30.04 (7:37 am) [edit] |
I’m practically running empty at the moment. Been an exceptionally long day. I won’t bore u with the details but here’s basically the gist of it. Slept at 4am last night. Woke up bout 2 hours later. At bout 8am, I’m off to the northern part of the island for a photography trip. Operation macro-shots. After that’s done, went for a quick lunch. Here’s what I had… roti pisang ice-cream (basically it’s fluffy Indian flatbread with sliced bananas, 2 scoops of ice-cream, topped with honey). Sinfully fattening ;)
Later, went over to the mainland to catch up with a fren. Spent the bulk of the day there coz there were so much to talk about. Went back to the island come evening. A simple dinner and then it was off to my cousin’s house. I owed him a favor and it was time I repaid it by helping him out with the final year project he was working on. I’m home now and it’s almost 1 in the morning. Kinda surprised I’m still awake with only 2 hours of sleep.
Oh yeah, here’re some of the pics I took during the morning. Enjoy ^_^
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| The pink envelope... |
| 10.27.04 (11:34 pm) [edit] |
I was daydreaming bout cruising in my Skyline R34 down a highway to nowhere when a colleague dropped by my cube. He handed me a pink envelope and smiled. I immediately congratulated him and told him what a lucky bugger he was. Over at this part of the world, a greeting card in pink envelope could only mean one thing; the person is getting hitched.
And this is the 6th wedding invitation I received this month alone. Now... I shouldn't be complaining since these are supposed to be happy events. However, the problem with Chinese are, they observe the lunar calender strictly, and usually they will be picking the most auspicious time of the year, month, etc to hold the wedding ceremony and dinner. And this usually mean one thing; a whole string of weddings will take place at approximately the same time of the year. Gaaaaaahh... this is the most I've received by far in my 26 year existance.
Oh well... guess it's gonna be one dinner after another every weekend from next month onwards. Sigh...
On a brighter note, I'm supposed to be driving one of the bridal cars in bout 2 weeks time. Hope the bridegroom manages to get hold of a kick@$$ set of wheels for me to help shift their butts around... hehe...
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| The Executors... er... I mean the Educators... |
| 10.22.04 (5:04 am) [edit] |
I was reading a really interesting blog bout teachers earlier today. But before I could get the hyperlink to the page, I found myself wandering too far off into cyberspace to recall my tracks. Oh well.
So... I've decided to write a blog of my own bout the many colourful teachers I encountered during my schooling years. Names have been altered to protect their privacy.
[b]Mumbles.[/b]
My history teacher. A relatively thin individual with her face hidden behind a pair of really thick glasses. She never refers to text books. Instead… she compiles her own stack of customized notes and dishes them out faster than we can write it down. Never afraid to use the duster as projectiles. Bloody accurate too. The cloud of dust rising when the duster impacts an unfortunate sleepy head was mesmerizing. Appreciative ‘oohs’ and ‘aaahs’ will ring out everytime a target have been destroyed. Her classes comprises of taking notes, more notes and even more notes. We can hardly make out what she’s mumbling about most of the time… but boy… were her notes effective! Definitely a good educator… since she knows her stuff well… but in a very weird way.
[b]Sexy Legs.[/b]
The Physical Education instructor extraordinaire, who has a perpetual sun-burnt complexion. Sorta like Julio Iglesias… gone wrong. He’s in his late-40s, but running on the heart of a 20 year old. Forever found prancing around in a white-T and really short pants. Ugh. Mabbe it’s to draw the attention of his female colleagues to his bulging calf muscles… who knows? Military styled individual who isn’t afraid to whip your ass should you fail to finish 2 laps round the field. I’ll never forget the day he gave us a hands-on demo on the finer aspects of rugby. Knocked me out cold with a shoulder tackle from hell.
[b]Scud-missiles.[/b]
Malay language teacher. Damn colourful individual. A really petite lady who’s at least 45 years of age. Uses such heavy make-up, you could have sworn a geisha looks more natural than her. Her eau-de-toilet kills. I think she's the WMD Bush was talking about when he declared war on Iraq. She walks like a chicken; fears no one (despite her size) and armed with a very potent mulut lazer (lazer mouth). Think twice before questioning her. Never a dull moment during classes… since she picks on everybody. Which is cool :) Btw… u might be wondering how she got her nick name? Let’s juz say a certain undergarment of hers makes her look like she was impaled by 2 scud-missiles from the back. A very sore-sight indeed. Nuff said.
[b]White-stuff.[/b]
Biology teacher. The only teacher in the world who’s ironically allergic to chalk dust. Instead of using blackboards and chalk, she’s the only one who uses the projector during classes. I absolutely hate taking notes during her classes since the projector was of such low quality, you’ll go blind trying to decipher the stuff which is projected on the wall. Wish she would juz run an IV of anti-histamines up her arm and write on the blackboard like everyone else. Relatively low key individual, knows shitloads bout anatomy... and really good frens with my chemistry teacher. I'm pretty sure if given a chance... this rag-tag bio-chemi-team could whip up a mean-ass C4-class explosive by using juz a cow's stomach, some hydrochloric acid and a generous dose of methane gas.
[b]Pseudo-hottie.[/b]
The substitute teacher. Supposedly a hottie; coz she drove all my classmates nuts. And she relishes the attention showered onto her. Which boggles me, since I never did find her that attractive. I dunno wot type of animal pheromones she was wearing to invoke such madness. Or mabbe the ol’ hormones have yet to kick in for me during that time. She would strut into classes and pose around like some bloody catwalk slut everytime she write notes on the blackboard. And the whole class would be drooling like a malnourished pack of dinky wolves at her antics. [i]"Ooooh... you want me... but u can't have me...".[/i] Biatch. Everytime there’s a group discussion, the whole class would get un-naturally close to her and the students would actually do their homework so that they could strike up a conversation with her. I still think she must’ve used some type of kick-ass donkey pheromone on the guys… must be… has to be…
Kinda miss the schooling days… sniff… sniff. Such colourful ppl then. On a brighter note… I’m now working in a company with a whole new bunch of weirdos (mostly my superiors… hehe…). But that’s a story for another day.
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| Damn imperialistic bastards... oh woe... |
| 10.21.04 (4:18 am) [edit] |
I do a lot of instant messaging. A whole load. Every day. Well, with a social life like mine, it's understandable that I have relied on IM as an extension of my life. I leave ICQ, MSN and Yahoo messenger running on my PC daily to help keep me connected to my friends without actually having to meet them. A real boon, which I took for granted.
Till I received this dang email from the MIS dept of my company :
[i][b][u]Service Center Notification : Instant Messaging and Peer to Peer Communication will be Blocked[/u][/b]
As of today, at 2pm PST, Moron Inc. will block all external Instant Messaging (IM) and Peer to Peer (P2P) traffic. Examples of blocked IM and P2P are:
[b]Yahoo Messenger
AOL Instant Messenger
Kazaa
Gnutella [/b]
…among others
The blocking will occur even if you are just sending a message to the next cube, as the service is externally based.
Why has Moron Inc. chosen to implement this blocking?
Earlier this year the Moron Inc. Information Security Steering Committee (ISSC), determined using IM and P2P presented a significant security risk to the company.
If you have any questions, concerns or require additional information regarding the downtime, please contact the Service Center.
Thank you,
Service Center
** This change has been approved by the IS-Change Control Committee.**[/i]
Damn imperialistic bastards... #%$#$#@#$@!!! How much threat can a damn IM program wreak on the damn company? You want me to quit IM-ing cold turkey??? Crazy sadistic morons!!! We put in shitloads of unpaid overtime to help the company consistently beat deadlines and this is the way you repay us? This is gonna be tough... I'm already feeling the withdrawal symptoms... and it's barely halfway thru the day. Damn... this is so cruel... so wrong...
**slowly retreat to dark corner of cubicle... curled up in a fetal position...**
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| The Lighthouse. |
| 10.17.04 (9:41 pm) [edit] |
Hi. This is gonna be a longer than usual blog... so pls bear wiv me ^_^
Anyways, I'm back from an outing. My colleagues and I decided to go for a hike up north again. And this time, we decided it should be a memorable one since one of the trainees, HL, who's also a big supporter of the hiking trips since day one; had her last day in the office two days ago and will be continuing her studies soon. So the nine of us agreed on going up to visit the lighthouse up Muka Head.
I've never been up this trail, so was really looking forward to it. The weather was fantastic (it rained mercilessly throughout last week) and the jungle path was relatively dry. We met at the pier as usual... everyone seems to be in good spirit. Ging, HL, Vege and I arrived first. This was followed by Mun, the Yap brothers, Chin and YY. And so we started.
20 minutes into the hike, I realized that this isn't one of the simpler paths we used to take. It's not exactly steep or anything. But the trail offers a nice variation of up and down gradients; plus a whole assortment of obstacles along the way to keep the hike really challenging. We had to keep pushing foliage away from our faces and the rocks peppered along the trail kept treatening us into spraining something. Eventually, we made our way to the the Muka Head Beach... which was the first checkpoint of our journey.
The view was fine as usual, and I was really glad I wore sandals instead of shoes. I can never resist the feeling of sand between my toes.
After a brief break and exploiting the photo-opportunity here, we continued our journey. The hike progressively got harder and now, we were finding ourselves jumping off really steep steps cut into the trail and also scaling some pretty intimidating boulders along the way. The moss on the rocks really made things slippery and I was really kinda worried bout us slipping.
But we managed to get thru all that... and we closed in onto Monkey Beach, which was the second checkpoint of our destination. By now, it was bout two and a half hours into the hike. I have to admit, this is one of the tougher trails I've tried. It was hell on the knees.
It was really funny to see that Monkey Beach had a Japanese signboard greeting us... since we were all locals and do not comprehend the language. We could only assume this beach is a hit with the Japanese tourists.
Here's one of the tenants on the beach who decided to greet us. Brave little bugger... really a publicity hog. We welcomed him with a barrage of camera flash till he was starry eyed.
It was also here that we met a Malay chap who was operating a makeshift drinks stall and also offering boat services to tourists and hikers alike who prefer a quicker way to the isolated beaches. He gave us directions to the lighthouse and his number just in case we needed his services.
After juicing up with some well-needed isotonic drinks we, proceeded on the last leg of our hike... up the lighthouse, which was located at the top of a hill. At this point, we were all pretty worn out, but we hammered on. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally saw the white tower of the lighthouse, which was a beautiful sight.
We knocked on the gates, hoping the caretaker of the lighthouse heard us. And indeed he did. He was an Indian Muslim named Man, and he welcomed us to his humble abode.
He took us on a tour around the lighthouse and invited us to join him up the tower. This was an offer we could not resist. The place was nicely maintained. Man was a really friendly chap and told us a lot of things bout both the lighthouse and himself.
Turns out, he works ten day shifts... alone at the lighthouse. We could only listen in awe, and he admits it gets kinda lonely up there. He also told us a little bout his adventures in Scotland during his younger days, which made good listening material.
But the best thing bout the place was the spectacular view we got from the tower.
Anyways, after bout an hour, we decided it's time to go. We signed the guestbook before thanking Man for his kind hospitality.
We took another group photo before leaving. As we headed back to Monkey Beach, we decided we were too worn out to hike back to civilization. So we gave the Malay chap a buzz. He agreed to take us back for 4 bucks a person.
When we reached the place, the boat was ready to take us for the ride.
The boat ride was a nice experience since the sea was relatively calm. It was nice to be able to backtrack the paths we took to the lighthouse as the boat passed those checkpoints. I didn't realized we managed to hike that far in 3 hours!
Once back on land, the nine of went to have a relatively low key lunch. It was the fasting month for the Muslims, so most eateries were close. So, we ended up having a really modest dish of Indian noodles and rice noodles in savory broth under the shade of trees; while recalling the adventures we had during the earlier half of the day. Laughed our brains out when we thought bout some of the more stupid things we did. But eventually, things had to come to an end and we then parted ways after that. We made an informal agreement to meet up again some day soon.
I have to say I had a really great time today. I haven't felt this alive in a very long time. The hike was wonderful, the company was fantastic and the whole adventure was fun! I'm pretty badly sunburnt at the moment, cuts all over my knees and fingers, and my body will probably hurt like hell the next day... but I'm glad I made this trip today. I will definitely keep this hike close to my mind for some time. To those who made it today; luv u guys ;)
Nite.
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| Tat's juz me... |
| 10.08.04 (4:26 am) [edit] |
I haven't been bloggin as often lately. There's a whole truckload of stuff I wanna write about, but haven't been able to put words onto pen and paper. Kinda like a brain drain or something. You might realize that as you read the past few entries of mine which were shoddily put together. Bummer.
A lot happened to me over the past 3 weeks. Both good and bad. Which is interesting to say the least. And that made me think. A lot. The typical stuff. Life, direction, purpose, the ppl in my life, where I'm headed. Only this time it's bugging me more than usual. So I was thinking of taking a very brief hiatus... to thaw my brain out. I'll be back again next week... to join the rest of you wonderful bloggers out there :wink:
[i]Mou modorenai yo,
Donna ni natsukashiku omotte mo,
Ano koro tashika ni tanoshikatta kedo,
Sore wa ima ja nai.[/i]
Currently listening to :
[i][b]The Calling - Believing[/b][/i]
[i]'m one man to make a difference
I'm one soul all persistence
In a dark word, just trying to make things right
Choices we weren't given
Any heroes, and our decision
Is to stand up and fight for ourselves
To be free
Is all we want to be
When everything seems so far out of reach
But I know, no matter where we go
I'll never stop believing in me
Woke up bent and broken
Just to find that fate has spoken
All I call out I call out for change
For every moment that remains
For every sinking stone to find its place
Long before they're washed away
We've been giving in to wrong
We've been waiting for too long
And we've been broken to pieces one by one
We're gonna know
We're gonna know
When the moment comes [/i]
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| Money, ego and morons. |
| 10.04.04 (6:04 am) [edit] |
There's this common misconception that women tend to spend more than guys when it comes to shopping. While there might be some truth to this claim, it is a fact that guys can, and will be the bigger ass when it comes to burning money.
Ok. So we males aren't exactly the type which loves shopping, spend hours upon hours lookin for clothes, seeking out super exclusive personal grooming products, shoes... etc. [i]Er... actually metrosexual men also does all that and more… but then again… they’re just over-glorified bapuks.[/i] These rare breed of men will be wiped out soon if the mantra “Survival of the fittest” holds true.
If we look at the more common Neanderthal-brained males (yours trully included), we're a rather thrifty lot. We recycle clothes like there's no tomorrow. Razors included (which explains the numerous nicks and cuts which appears every month or so). Our personal hygiene regiment consist of one product... common soap. Which also doubles as shampoo when that runs out. Super-glue fixes everything. You could say we're slobs. But we're happy slobs.
So where exactly do we blow away our dough? Theoretically, we should have a huge loads of surplus moolah since we lead such simple lives. So what gives? Ah... here's where the sinful testosterone hormone comes into play. For example. A colleague drives to work in a spanking new car, with more horses under the hood than the entire Greek battalion. Lame brained envious male will then think… [i]“Ooogghh… must beat… must smash…”[/i]. So what does he do?
He drives over to the friendly neighborhood car dealer and picks out a car with even more horses and comes with an even more ridiculous pricetag. He then drives over to the office the next day, amidst the wooooo and aahhhhsss. Then whole cycle repeats itself again. At the end of the month… reality finally sets in and he’ll ask himself… [i]“Oooogghh… installment payments bad… no money for gas also… must skip lunch daily… or die…”.[/i] Male pride for a day. Male stupidity for the next 7 years till the payment is over.
You can repeat this scenario in all sorts of situation. A fren brings over the latest gadget to show to the gang. Envy starts to creep in. Guy then goes over to buy the latest PDA there is in the market. He then decides to buy a whole junk load of accessories to go along with his new plaything… to be on the safe side. Coz male pride is at stake here. After showing his new stash to the gang and receiving salutes from them; he realizes that the PDA already comes with wifi built-in and the add-on wireless card he bought will have to become an overpriced paperweight. The 1Gig compact-flash card he bought will not fit into the SD-only slot on his machine. And the worst thing is, he doesn’t even have a decent working PC in his rented home to sync the PDA with. Which means he bought everything for nothing. Smart no?
Problem is… these playthings guys choose to dabble in usually run around four figures. And when testosterone reigns supreme… our wallets will go straight down to hell. Thank heavens for credit cards ^_^ So… basically, what I’m trying to say is; don’t feel bad when you overspend. There will always another loser who screws up worse than you. So… who cares? Males have always been the clowns since the beginning of evolution. We're morons. But we’re a bunch of happy morons :wink:
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