Postal Day

Not postal as in apocolyptic-snap-your-neck postal, just the posting of stuff and letters and stuff.

I spent a major portion of my lunch hour today posting stuff, and letter. Hopefully, I'll land a better paying job, or at least some new work environment.

At this gift shop called Valentine, I think, which is right next to 3.99 Enterprise, I was shopping for last minute things. Yes, there I admit, I suck at time management. I still do, sadly. At least I admit them than saying "Oh, traffic was terrible" blah blah blah.

Then I noticed a jewelry/make-up/trinket box in the shape of a COFFIN! Cool! And they had the image of Jack Skellington! And there's black and white dice! With Jack Skellington's face as dots! I have an idea who might be interested in getting the dice...

There's this lady. Don't go jumping to conclusions yet. I think her name's Tracy, Carrie, or something with a '-ry' ending name. She's a friendly person. I was just asking about the coffin thing and the dice, and we ended up talking for quite abit. From stuff like our current job, salary payment's, car's and fuel price hike and parking and trasffic jam's and other possible location that I could've mailed my stuff. She seem's very capable as well as knowledgeable of things herself, and she has good verbal command of English. Which is different from what I had perceived earlier which was she's the quiet, not so into talking and probably a bit stuck up and probably not so good in English.

Somehow, this event reminds me of songs about 2 different strangers meeting and having a nice conversation although they both probably feel a bit awkward by this. Meh.

It's nice to know that the whole world hasn't turned against itself in suspicion, and that I should really try not to perceive people being mostly unfriendly. Bad mental thoughts.

Wil and Art was at the graphic studio shop doing some prints and stuff. Art and I as always was talking about the game Guild Wars. Wil was looking at us like we're two Japanese people conversing. Ah, Guild Wars, My life will never be the same again.

Okay, if you're bored by game speak, you can close this page now.




Really.






Speaking of Guild Wars, I've finally come around to getting my third character up, and he's a Ranger. This build I'm going for follows the soncept of Neverwinter Night's Arcane Archer. Except he has a longer range than spellcaster's, and he'll probably bring down a target in 3, 4 shots before the melee's could get in range. I know this is wishful thinking but it is possible with the right set up and the right victim target. Oh, so many configurations to try!

That and my second build which I had intended to be a Vampire-based build, may have chosen the wrong profession. Hmmm, Maybe my last character, I'll use Warrior/Necromancer build instead. And maybe I'll name him, Grigorion Mortison.

Randomness

Well, the movie Kemusnahan Doom wasn't as bad as I prophesized it would be *ok, ok I was actually eager to watch it*. Other than that, all of us at the cinema there had a good laugh when the direct B.M of the title was displayed. So... i can't of another phrase for it except, mati pucuk, or potong stim.

I mean the whole close up of a complex moving and closing the doors or vaults or whatever and the camera zooms out to focus on the title like it was so awe-like, and then translation had to come in. I loved the FPS view in the movie! and that BFG, which I thought it originally meant Big Farking Gun but the monitor displays it as Bio-Force Gun and Sarge(played by Teh Rock) calls it "Big Fat Gun." Yeah, it was filtered.

The BFG did looked toned down in the movie, but in the movie scope, there's no way you can miss what the BFG looks like. And like Mac said, they did missed out on the rocket launcher.

Other memorable bits from the movie:

Portman describing his holiday as "locking himself in a hotel room with 3 beautiful she-boys".

The Kid retorting his handle, The Kid. "The Kid??"

Duke going "Say my name baby." Yeah! Say it! WOO!!! *ahem*

One of the marines, Goat, I think, says: "We're now acouple million lightyears from breakfast". After they used the alien transport system.

Reaper explaning to The Kid (The Kid??) after what the guy in the wheel chair meant by UAC making rare, minute mistakes "It means he got to Mars while his other half got lost halfway across the galaxy". Or something similiar.

Sarge calling the wheelchair guy, Pinky. Yes, Pinky.

Pinky asking the Japanese dude why he's called Mac when he doesn't look like one. Mac said his real name which I can't remember and Pinky: "Oh."

Sarge ordering Portman to "Go down the hole"

Pinky aiming his pistol at Sarge and Sarge looking past Pinky in horror and Pinky going all-realisation-I'm-so-dead look saying "There's something behind me, isn't it?"

Sarge before being pulled away saying "I'm not supposed to die!"

FPS!!! Not Frames per second you dolt!

More, but that would just spoil the ending. Hee...

In other news, I had confirmed my suspicions that there are women who do view a moment out on a motorbike with a boyfriend as romantic. Regardless of wheter its a one of them RM40,000 800cc super bikes or choppers, or a day in, day out regular joe motorbike. If anyone has seen my bike, this doesn't apply. And I have this fear of bringing anyone else on that thing for the matter. Not until I can budget enough to fix the darn thing, which I'm pretty pissed at myself because the cost I put in for my car is pretty much wasted because the damn thing kept on giving problems one after another and I've decided to sell it to stop myself bleeding financially dry.

You know, coming to think of it, I've spent more time going around with my bike than the car. Hmm... I've been a very bad, bad bike owner. She needs a total makeover. The body needs to be removed of rust and re-sprayed because my dad took upon himself to spray it black. Black's cool, I like the colour, but I'm not about to risk my life using it at night. Maybe a concoction of bright metallic red and dark, gloomy purple... Or gold mix. Hmm...

Then she need's new legs, i.e. shock absorbers. and new shoes, i.e. rims. I have my mind set on those racing 3-spoke rims, but none of them I've seen are chromed. That, and another overhaul of the system. And also the a complete re-wire of the whole thing.

New exhaust. Lord knows there's so much rust there one can get a tetanus infection just by looking at it! In fact, my bike needs a total do-over badly for the last... 5,6 years since I got hold of it? The last thing I bought was a pair of grips which is too big and has nearly fallen apart, if not already. That was years ago. And the last overhaul was 4 years ago. Bad, bad bike owner.

Oh, and I was disscussing with my colleague the prospect of our individual future, financially and calculating the cost of marriage based on our current situation. It's bleak, to say the least, and I'll probably need to work as a slave for 53 months just to save that amount of money. Heh.

Little Info

I was thinking for a name for my Necromancer character in Guild Wars and this came to mind:

Rigor Mortis

I have no idea how this pop into my head but I never used that name. And now I have it stucked in my head since. Only now did I know what it means and it may have shed some light as to where or how this word came to mind.

Rigor mortis means the stiffening of the muscles. This is usually happens after death. For more info, the answers are here.

I think all the hours accumulated watching CSI's is giving me weird vocabulary. Heh...

In other news, what's your best or memorable or funny conversation snippet? I know there's more than just one but remember back and just pick. Funny, thoughtful, insightful, whatever. It could be as early as 5 minutes ago or ages ago. Here's mine:

Me: You destroyed my happy place!

Her: Kinda like me throwing a grenade in there, huh?

Me: After you laced it with napalm!

Her: Ooh! And flying a bomber plane on a carpet bombing run!

*Another friend sitting with us laughs and smiles*

So, what's yours? If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged.

P/s: If you haven't figured it out by now, it's her.

Beautiful people

You know (yes, i know you don't know what I know now quit being smartsy pantsy), it's kinda funny how serious stuff comes into my mental thoughts at the strangest situations. Like right now, in front of the PC, in a classroom, attending a CAD course on a Friday at 1:45 p.m.

You all pretty much noticed, i mean, it's pretty obvious that all my entries this year are pretty much shallow and incoherent. Incoherent I may be, but writing shallow, superficial stuff like this makes me sounds like a total retard. Well, when I read my own writings again.

So, this is just probably for me and you, the reader to know that, I am perfectly capable of having serious thoughts. Like why do people act the way they do. Let's take that for the:

DEEP PONDERING THOUGHTS OF THE DAY

*in a booming loud voice*

See, some people can be themselves real nice and make other people feel good being around them. Some can be jackass by themselves and people get annoyed. Some just roll their eyes and laugh it off. Some are just laid back and they don't worry too much about things. I mean, poop happens. Some find this an attractive side of that person. Some panic like OMGWTFIMGONNADIE... I, find this, hillarious, and worrying.

Some people just have empathy. In this case, that means:

"The action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for empathy"

Just go here for the meaning.

In other words, these people can pick up on other people's emotion. Like when some one's being real anal and other's restraining themselves real hard from smothering him/her with cyanide. Some are just perpetually blur. I know that I can be that, and also a blockhead. And annoying. I find this trait, a love hate thing. seeing some one being blur is funny and adorable if that someone is the one you adore. Annoying when you try to explain the same thing or repeating it again, AND again to the point of you either break down and cry or just laugh it off. But that's just my point of view.

Some people can be the best of pals at one time, flip 360 in a snap like that person is your worst, most hated living creature. By this, most women would attribute that to their time of the month and that's understandable. I've taken my share of battery.

What I'm talking about is the those have been sharpening that scapel-sharp dagger laced with arsenic in secret, waiting for that perfect time to lunge it at the back of your spine, paralysing you chest down, or stab it at your heart, from the side. Then you wonder just what you did to deserve this. Well, nothing, you don't deserve that kind of shit. Just rest assured in your thought that unless this person who did this to you change, their future is bleak. And that's just an understatement.

Some can be independent and flourish. Some need to cling just to survive. This 2 traits will more often than not pave a rough road in any relationships. A sense of gyro balance. Too clingy and it's a tie-down/major turn off. Too independent could result in thinking that things may not work out.

Some people who have taken so much toxic/shit in their lives that they either armor themselves better than a prickly porcuppine or that other animal that rolls into a ball of shield. That, or they use humor to help them tackle their lives. Some just 'switch' off their emotions, that is, they don't give a worms ass about anything and nothing.

Some worry always (nearly always) about what the other person is thinking about them. Some just couldn't be bothered about what others thinks about them.

Some have been living in a world of daisies and some have accepted that life's hard. In such cases when these 2 opposite world's meet, there's always jealousy. One wishing they had an easy life, another admiring the other's steel determination and hard resolve. But from what I've seen and heard in this piece of rock, Ditsy Daisy's would just bury these Little John's with mockery and insults. Konon la ada bank mak bapak ya. Kononla popular gila. Sik cukup gik maok maki hamun orang lain...

Some are just plain intimidated by another. Not that the other person always intimidates them, it's just them being themselves. I should know. It's better then to have that person really intimidating the other.

Some takes their stand on their side based on their own view of the fact of the matter and get worked up about it. Especially when the other person is also the same kind, except that they're looking in the opposite direction. And then they are those who are "in the grey/gray". Not to say that they dont want to take sides and make things worse, but because they can see both their perspective and know that they're either both right, or both wrong. These people have learn to see things in another window. Kinda like being empathy.

But in the end, we all end up wondering why we act the way we act. Because this is a big cauldron of soup, filled with many different spices and herbs and vegetables and meats and stuff. I never said it's perfect, we are they way we are. It's only up to ourselves to fix it, and having friends that can move you to get you to fix it is better. After all, at some point in life, we were like that, or that, or even THAT.

I'm thinking right now that there's alot of people who may feel this hits closer to home. My blog, and I unload what ever shitload off my chest.

OMG

Aiyo!! I can't believe I went to change my profile in teh frenster!

I am this bored and this anxious to go home and "get back into the world of Tyria"(play Guild Wars la...)

Today, is 'J'

Today I am jinxed. Today is a jinxed day for me. I'm so jinxed, I'm jinxed.

Don't believe me? Well, how about spilling a near-impossible-to-spill-cup filled with 2 table spoon of sugar and a table spoon full of Arabica coffee powder?

That and a near technical disaster for an exam for a client today that was Thank-God! it was solved in under 15 minutes.

That and me having a very twitchy left-mouse-button-double-click-trigger-finger that got the spiffy new admin test machine to shut down in the middle of an uninstallation while transferring data from that machine to the office server.

Oh, and just because I have a blog doesn't mean I want to tell every Tom, Dick and Harry, (or whatever name you wanna put) about every little detail in my life. You'd be dead by boredom. Like I said before:

Boredom leads to anxiety
Anxiety leads to nervousness
Nervousness leads to PvE
Pve leads to PvP

Much to be feared, is the power of the Guild Wars. Hrrmmm...

*PvE = Player versus Environment*
*PvP = Player versus Player*

Actually, it was the whole fear-leads-to-hate bla bla bla...

Hmmm, now I've really hit a block. Why? All because of her loh... Haiya, make me go "Awww.... ". You be nice to her or I whoop your bottoms with a fishstick. That, or she SUE you then you know...
*this is me going very incoherent now*

Oh, and a I'm having so much fun right now that I just had to post this screen shot:



I mean, come on! What better than to die unceremoniusly by enemy fire to your back on field like that? The warm, sunshine light streaking through the forest, the leaves gracefully falling in autumm, me(well, my monk character, that is) lying on the green fields, dead. *sigh*

To do list:
1. Burn CD for dad.
2. Send email
3. Dinner and shower.
4. Play Guild Wars.

Yes! YES!! YES!!!

Oh, the smell of fresh plastic and newly printed glossy paper....

When I heard the news, I had finished my lunch quickly and headed home. I didn't even realise to bring my mp3 player along!

Got home, gleefully took the package back with me to the office. Yes, I went home just to have it in my hands. On the way back however, I knocked the driver's side of the door. Thankfully, the car was an old car and the owner and his passager are very friendly.

They kept on saying that most importantly is that I'm not injured and that the car's an old car so they're not so worried about it. I then offered what ever assistance I could there and gave them my number so they can contact me about the cost of the repairs.

Once I'm finally back in the office, it's all good. Hehehe... And now, I unveil to you:

THE PACKAGE!

Goodbye sunshine! Goodbye nightlife! Hello virtual Barbie dolls with volumous bossoms that whoops bottoms! *That was Art's idea*

Dammit

Just when I finally have some time to myself, I hit a mental block. Ah... fish sticks!

The past few days I had ideas oozing out of my thoughts for the past few days while being occupied with the problem of setting up the test administration server on the new machines.

Now, I really can't think of anything much to say. Except that there was that one time I was with Raven and Shook in Hock Lee and he pointed out the name of the Digi Telecommunication shop.

"KAYU TELECOMMUNICATIONS"

That and yesterday I treated Kim to dinner at the new opened branch Pizza Junction. In sum, food has never tasted so... orgasmic.

Gather round children...

Aside from that horrible title, you could say I had a misadventure of sorts. For those living in Kuching a.k.a Cat City, you'd probably know that the rain that came down was insane and just about the same time that most people finish their work hours.

Now after waiting for the rain to slow down, put on me trusty raincoat and brave teh rain with my steed (a.k.a motorbike). I barely got out to the main road and the jam was stretch all the way to Ellis road!

And just how I found out that it was all the way to Ellis road? Because I got stuck there. My bike's engine got drowned, in a sense of the word and for all the kick-starting till my soles are sore, i can't get it started again. So I reluctantly called the only reliable help at the time:

Muh poppa.

Reluctantly because he'll go Why you go that way blah blah blah should have tool's blah blah blah we're on the way blah blah blah next time remember to blah blah blah...

So waited till my parent's arrived and after dad cleaned the spark plug, I gave it another kick-start. Wouldn't work so use the old method of shifting to gear 2 and psuhing it. The engine started and after running the engine for a while I let the engine died and tried to kick start it again. NO go. SO we repeated that process again and this time, we decided to head back because there's no way the engine is going to start with the kick-start method.

There I was, revving the engine at the first gear. All the way from the Hai Pa Wang restaurant straight home, in the rain. Every kilometer felt like the engine was just gonna die out, period. Then reaching a nearby rows of shop, I saw my parent's car drove in so I followed. It turns out that there was still a mechanic shop still open. And they repair bikes! Breathe a sigh of relief (and a moment of haleyuyah) and told the mechanic about what happened. They got down to fixing and immediately, I saw them tinkered with some just for a split moment and the other saying something that sounded like he saw and knew exactly what was wrong. They asked me to try it again. Lo and behold, One kick, and the engine comes to life! When I asked them how much, they said "No charge". So after thanking them gratefully and a number of times, I happily headed home. While driving/biking/riding back home, I was going 'DUH!' to myself and laughing at the situation.

Managed to snap a couple of photo's too of the flood at Ellis road.






Tomorrow I can only hope that my engine is all right. I think I just might want to drop over at the nearby mechanic shop to make sure.

Scary Movie, Not.

Here I am, on the first floor of my office, playing/working on the office's new computer all alone and its raining like kucing and anjing (cat and dog) here. Plus, this is the floor where the "guest" is.

Dude, scary movie's doesn't even come close.

Kinda like this fella right here.

Yes, yes, serves me right for scaring myself silly. At least it keeps my mind occupied from the uncomfortable feeling from the tooth surgery I just had.

Anyway, everyone who's on their way home right now in this stormy weather and stuck in a jam, be patient, and stay safe, okay?

Take care.

Post-dental report

Woke up at about 7:30 something and reminded myself again that I'm supposed to be off work today. Had a breakfast of consisting of eggs, onions and potatoes. That will probably be the last meal I have for today.

Dad drove me and mum to the hospital where I was gonna have my surgery. And as can be expected, there's not a single vacant parking lot. So mum and I got off to find out where the dental clinic was and waited.

When my name got called they got me to go another X-ray scan. Curious considering that previously at the polyclinic, they already had an X-ray of my tooth. Hmm... probably to check up on any changes in the tooth.

Well, the hospital staff and the dentist were very friendly and very professional. Much improved service. We joked around, laughed, to get me calmed down or at least reduce my anxiety. Then, half of my lower jaw started to feel numb and tingly. It still feels that way, except that kinda felt like me drooling, altough I did not drool. It just an imaginary feeling.

The dentist told me that she will try to extract the tooth without having to perform a minor surgery. So there I was, numb and tingly on the lower half of my jaw, hearing and feeling the drill going at my tooth. Then another dentist pops over to have a look. 5 minutes of fame lah katakan....

I did however got a look at how my tooth is because the plastic cover that the dentist used acted like a mirror. So I literally saw my tooth being drilled. Then they pulled out the pieces and proceeded to remove the tooth. A few yanks and pulls later, out it comes. That felt... funny. Don't ask.

Then she proceeded with the cleanup. Sucking out the blood and saliva, cleaning the area with water before stitching it up. Then I asked for a sick leave and it was all over. Right now, I haven't eaten anything or drink anything at all. Still bleeds though, and I think the numbness is going away... Time to pop some panadol.

What's the lesson? Bring your kids (or yourself) to the dentist at least once a year. unlike me who stopped going there after primary 6. That's 2 tooth out, and 2 more to go. Going to play Neverwinter Nights liao.

A Book Closed, Another Opened

Though it's 3 days overdue, and many would have blogged about it so I won't say much. I could have written it down at that same day but I had a class later in 3 hours.

It's sad to have the Crib closed. Like what Raven said. Plenty of photo's taken (mine went flat in the last half hour or so...) and plenty of drinks.

Blue Oasis

Friends

Nacho Chip cardbox

More friends

The Crib in it's final hour

The Musketeers

And in about 9 hours or so, I'll be in a operating room and probably awake and having my tooth sawed off my jaw. Heh.