Birthday and such

Today is Malaysia's 48th birthday.

I could do the mid-life crisis pun but.... meh.

Monday Monday

A few days back my machine had run into some hardware problems so no PC and no internet. It's back up and running fine, for now so to Terence:

Thanks dude!

Helped my dad to set up the microphone on the machine downstairs so my mum can call her sister's and chat. And my dad and I discussed about how to set up the rear speakers of the home theathre set. That and also about when and what colours to paint our house.

How confusing can a relationship get? Very, I should say, and not to mention quite frustrating at times. We all try and tried our best to understand the other and we try and tried to assure them of things. I'm just confused right now. And tired.

Caramel ice cream is good for me

Noticed one thing today. My camera couldn't take pictures well in low light.

I'm guessing it's either selling this one in favour of a new one or I really need to use flash if I wanna take night photo's. If the amount light is too low, "ghost" pixels start to appear. Only a few photo's were salvageable from last night's shooting. The rest had too much noise.

*sigh* At least I still have a camera so I'll just see what's the future has...

I know I was supposed to write something but I lost it somewhere in a mush pile that is my brain. Hmm... I supose I could reccomend this to you guys, especially those who are into illustrations and graphics stuff. That's about it.

Last night was fun. When my laughter sounds like a hyena and my sides hurts and my eyes are watery, that's a good thing.

Ponder moments

Just say "when" and you'll stop the pain of your life,
Bring it to an end.
Just say "when" and you could make amends
Just say Hello, say Hello again...

Excerpts from the lyrics Hello Again by Lost Prophets

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Curtesy from Jerome

nonsensical nonsense

It's been a while since I last updated my blog...

That's pretty much how my life is. Unassuming, average Joe, with a generous serving of awkwardness and a pinch weirdism (I coined that term so... :D)

Been making the effort to run at least twice a week. Contemplated on death and the ritual tied to bury the dead...

I'm not gonna say anything about the rituals on it since it's not my business, I'm just thinking on more about my own death.

Back then, I had this idea of setting my body on fire and dump the dust on the evening winds by the sea. That came from watching Arthur. You know, Sean Connery as King Arthur... Can't be sure of the movie title... but I remember the ending. King dies, body laid on woodpile, cast to the ocean/lake/big body of water and a sole archer shoot a flaming arrow at it to set it alight. Burn, flame, ash. Instant Cremation.

Then I had another reflect back on this dead stuff... Now, I'm considering either that, or just my Last Rite's and 6 foot deep under. Nothing extravagant. Though it would be cool, i think to have my body cremated and put inside a urn, right after I've been given the Last Rite's of course, and displayed at my kid's/grandkid's home. Hey, imagine the kids telling his friends:
"Hey guys, that's my great(to the power of n) grandpa right over there! Isn't that cool?!" I bet the friends would be in shock or in awe or just dang curious to open up and breath in my remains. Muahahahaha!

Yea, I think really weird things. And I talked to myself about this in my head before I got it all down. And all this sparked from watching the Discovery Channel on the topic of Afterlife.

Speaking of talking to myself, I did talked about changing my blog template before... I was thinking of taking the current one and just really strip it of the images and the current formats. I hope that's not illegal... PLease let me know if I am. Besides, I need to clean up my blog.

Speaking of cleaning up, I'm in the middle of cleaning up, categorizing, arranging, sorting, inventorizing and renaming all my stufff on my hard drive. Tons of documents, music, applications... My head is spinning! After which, I'm gonna do another clean format and re-partition my hard drives again. Oh, and I'm gonna get a new P3 processor soon. And as usal I'm gonna clock it. hehehehe...

Plus I found this gem! Go! Support them! And also, Anarchy Online! Sweet...

Went to see the doctor this morning regarding me cough. Gave me usual meds, antiobiotics galore and cough meds. I spit out blood today, so that's probalby why the doc said if the meds dont work, I'll need to get radiated to see if anything sinister is at work. Oh well... I'm suspecting its the blood form my gums. Yeah, I still haven't made the appointment to perform dental surgery on my teeth.

Oh well... Gotta go now. Take care eh.

Post-Lunch Action Report

QKY 8642,

Please go back to drving school.

Your parking stinks.

Thank you.

Wine, with a 'H'

Stupid memories! Stupid, stupid STUPID!

Annoying how old memories stir up things. A LOT of things. Shit, I cant believe I'm still this vunerable.

Stupid.

It was over a long time ago and I should've gotten over it. Damn it, just a glance of her can still mess me up bad. Stupid brain. Stupid whiny wailing emo episode. Stupid memories. Stupid shit.

I know her mum means well, I mean she's my god-mother when I joined the Catholic faith. But dang it, it still hurts. And I know her mum means well that I should go and visit them whenever I'm free but I can't bear to go back there and see her anymore. Not when this can still easily happen to me.

I bet they could see through my pitiful excuse that I was busy with work when the mum asked how come I haven't visited for a long time.

Sweetie, I know you're reading this. I'm alright dear. I know this will pass soon enough. I just need to keep my mind busy to not think of this. Oh and Happy Anniversary! It's been what, 5 months?

Getting back to work now. I'm gonna turn off the comment post on this one.

Royale Ramble...

I hate getting sorethroat, especially when I really need to use my voice box to teach.

On herbal "anti-sorethroat" candy treatment. It doesn't taste so bad actually.

2 Beef+Egg+Cheese burgers by the roadside stall and a homemade freshly squeezed orange juice for dinner last night was so worth it man!

Ramblings again

Let's see, 2 friends of mine got married a couple days back so congratulations to them.

Question now is (as mentioned by Jerome):

Who's next?!

....

Dang it! I hate this. Everytime I do something other than blogging my mind is churning blog-worthy material and when I'm here wrtiting it down, them (them as in my mentality churning idea) faucets get clogged.

I suppose wonder at the question of marriage, I suppose. No doubt I'll probably be blabbering it all off with no clear signs as to what I'm talking about. I suppose I could say I'm planning to tie the knot before I hit 30, maning to say I'll probably do that when I'm 29. But then again, plans like this never go through.

I mean face it. I was in previous relationship of some 6 years, quite turbulent, but still a good relationship to the point of both sides of the family like practically met. And then I had to do the dumbest move (aside from being a big time jerk that is). Milk gone sour.

Yes, yes I do have my moments of relapse but please, my blog, my rant. Hehe... So far keeping this episode confined to the cages of this blog. Speaking of cages, I was reading Marita's blog and when I saw the picture, I was like "OMG CUTE!!!!!"
*Yeesh! talk about squee-ing like a little boy* Then I took a closer look at the eyes. Now, I'm no psychologist nor having any special animal empathy but he/she looked like:

Kill me now.

Oh look, walking fresh meat that I cant sink my teeth into.

My home, my home. Is this my home? It can't be.

My freedom is dead. I have nothing left.

Food. Where's the food?

I'm bored.

Among other things, beside's blogging with a "Brain Off" sign, looking at the camera everytime the bell rings but there's no one at the door, reading other people's blog when I'm still writing mine, goes to show one thing. Bloody short atttention life-cycle.

I haven't seen my girl in what, 2 months? Wow. Pretty harsh if you ask me. This is my first ever long distance realtionship after all. Miss her. Though I am aware of the fact that people do read my blog (intentionally or not), jiwang-ness tends to ooze out. And no, jiwang-ness isn't exaclty a word in the English vocabulary but... *shrugs*

It's about 12:55 p.m now and I should be getting my food. Colleagues aren't here so I'm alone in this so-called 'visited' office. Like the living world isn't scary enough (lawsuit's, back-stabbing's, pressure, weird copycats, loans, marriage, kids, parents, divorce, rabid dogs/cats, God, etc..) the dead apparently finds it "fun" to haunt/scare the wits out of the living. *sigh*

Damn it. Still got nothing worth writing. OK-lah, I stop here now. Going to upload some pic's and email some pictures. Then going to get food before going back to do some actual work.

I want an AnthroPC!

Asian movie about swords.

Dinner at the newly opened Indian cafe. Well, not exactly-lah since I had my dinner at home.

And a:

Edit: 4:30p.m

I'm bleeding off my ear. Well, not exactly. I popped a zit at the back of my ear. Plus, my senior trainer is pissed so I might write this down to humor myself, all bloody and all. Oh and don't worry, I washed my hands off blood before I typed this all down. Hee.....

Weirdo I am...

Quickie

Unlike the sugesstive title for this post, this is just a bunch of ramblings in 5 minutes.

Last Friday, the same day I got drunk, my dad bought the family a new 29-inch box, 5.1 speakers and DVD player.

Last Saturday, broke my back helping my dad carry the old tv set to my grandpa's place. Up the hill. And my dad got a bag of sago worms. Mmmm....

Admitted to the hopspital at 5-6 in the morning due to the general rash developed from sago worms consumptions. Oh, and the sago worms looked a bit like them worms in the tequila bottle's, except fatter. Could be wrong though.

Now, my legs are really aching from running. Seriously need to get back in shape. Oh and just got a call from Maria, fellow kaki-tengok-movie. Going to catch Fantastic 4. Ain't complaining here, since she's buying.

Work-wise, it's a crazy month. Out of the blue, every company/organisation is calling training companies requesting room rental, PC rental, or training, on the same date! What the durian?!

Bye.

When Two Endless Meet

Life Sucks: Blow it in the face then.

Life Stinks: Get a shower, or a deodorant.

Life's a Bitch: Slap her in the face then or anything that you do to bitches.

I know someone is doing a *ROFL* out of this. Maybe I should stick that on my car...

Late Night Muse with ME!

I just noticed something.

I have been a blogger since May 2004.

As of now, this blog is 1 year, 1 months and 26 days old. (I think, my math sucks after midnight)

Wow.

Goodnight.

Ouch.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Took that from Raven

Edit: 8:00 p.m.

Did the personality disorder and this is my result:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

Post-drunk

I remember pouring the vodak without the Sprite to dilute it.

I remember my world started to spin, wrap, slowed down, etc. by the 4th serving.

I remember the talk about piercing, the sexpo, the talk about the girl whose breast were so perky that she could jiggle them like a man flexing his chest muscles and she didn't need to wear bra.

I remember myself saying "If a guy can give a good head to his girl, he's for keeps".

I remember nearly passing asleep while taking a leak in the toilet.

I remember 'Double E' said to me that he could smell the alcohol from my mouth where he is sitting.

I remember meeting 1,2,3,4,5 friends unexpectedly in SOHO. That was nice.

I remember driving home feeling completely numb and honked by a Mercedez because I drove like a drunkard and at a point reaching 120Kph but still nowhere near the speeds of the modified Iswara and the Corolla.

I remember calling up Charlz because I remember telling her before we left that I'd give her a call to make sure I'm home, alive and in 1 piece.

I remember walking like an idiot and a klutz trying to change my clothes.

I remember passing out flumped on my bed only to wake up later to rush to the toilet.

I remember making friends with the toilet bowl, going down on my hands and knees and puking.

I remember waking up in my bed 4 hours later to get to work while struggling with my hangover.

I remember feeling, reacting and quite possibly looking like a zombie at work and sleeping the last working hour because my job was done and I couldn't care less if my boss didn't like it one bit.

Let's do it again! Hee........

Lunch Muse

Don't you find it annoying that when the public broadcast station's start either playnig a song, video, movie, you're enjoying it and then, something gets cut, filtered, altered. In other words censored.

It's annoying. Real annoying. Censorship board. *Roll Eyes*.

But. It amusing to find that their English mastery isn't... current. They dont seem to understand the meaning "holding up a store".

Oh ya, anyone wanting to buy books, science, fiction, magazine's, comic's, whatever at Times, let me know (via e-mail, comments, whatnot...). I want to put my privelege card to good use. I haven't use that card since I got it in... 2003, 2004? It's due expiration is September 2006. And no, there's no points in doing this.

Routine

Haven't got much to say. Currently, Ol' geezer a.k.a Ancient a.k.a me ole P3 machine is going through a data re-structuring. Gigabytes upon gigabytes of stuff scattered all over my hard drives.

A total of 200 Gigs of space and already I'm running out.

Heh. *idiot grin*

Gotta call my friend up and take his stuff. After that, it's due for another re-format. Then gotta re-wire my LAN connection. Streamyx seems to be lagging real bad here. Still forgotten to take photo of Ol'geezer.

Finally gotten myself a digital tuner and capo for my guitar. I desperately needed a tuner especially since I'm tone-deaf. At least with the help of that tuner, I can tune my guitar myself, and hopefully be able to tune by ear one day. Hmmm.... seems that all that vocal training and music lessons I took when I was still studying in uni didn't help much. Oh well...

After months of neglecting my guitar and forgetting what was the main purpose in getting one, I'm finally learning to play. Again. And my fingers hurt. Should get it re-strings. Or I could wait for the first string to snap (and probably take my pinky along) then get it done.

Maybe I should take a photo of the tuner, capo, and my guitar before and after it's re-stringed. Then it's a matter of remembering to post them and not being lazy to do it. *idiot grin* Hmmm... I think I'll try and look for Lee's Music Shop and get it done there, since Mac said they did a great job at his guitar.

Finally bought me a pair of Boots of Haste, I mean, running shoes. Heee...... And as a result of a couch potato lifestyle and smoking, my whole body aches. My sides even aches when I cough or sneeze. Yea, I'm in a terrible shape. :P

And I finally kicked myself in the nuts hard enough to get me, myself and moir to clean my messy, all-over-the-place, paper-everywhere, dust-crusted, cobweb-on-the-edges room. I live in a pig sty that is my room. I'm not gonna take a photo of my own room though. Not at least till I change the weeks old bed sheet covers.

When do I forsee myself to get all that done? If I'm lucky, motivated, and not lounging around, by the end of the week. Hehe. Why would want to even blog about this? No reason. :D

Wow, did not expect to be this long... wow...

Attack of the Tyke

Meet Tyke, a pup I simply stick a name to it. He's my neighbour's dog. And boy does he have some teeth!

*Covers ears to avoid SQUEE damage*

A few days ago

Right before I was down with the sore throat, flu and fever thingy, I went to get my hair cut.

At first, I didnt want to because I was lazy to get my hair cut (lame excuse, I know) and secondly, I am totally clueless as to what sort of hair style would fit my hair and my mug a.k.a face or how I wanted my hair cut (which is the first question they ask before they even touch my hair).

I used to regularly patron this shop near where I live. I was a kid back then and the only hair instruction I gave to the barber was from my mum (yea, I was a dorky, geeky, bully's favourite kid). Then I decided keep my hair long.

So now, if I ever need a hair cut, I go to Classic Vogue in K.P. (that's Kuching Plaza) that Raven recommended some time ago.

Sttep price, but well worth it. I had learn stuff about hair do's and don't when it comes to hair care, shampoo and conditioner and what not to do if i've recently straightened my hair and dyed (yea, I had a Ah Beng phase). Anyways, without further ado, the photo's of before and after!

BeforeAnd after parting RM18, 2 hours plus (there was only 2 qualified barbers and 2 foreigner's ladies braiding their hair), a hair wash (which gave a very good head massage and not THAT head massage you perv!) and blow dry and hair style to add the finishing touches

After

This was taken at the office today, by the way.