| Greed is goooooood. |
[May 16th, 2008 | 15.14] |
Wall Street is a pwnage movie; if for no other reason then for this singular quote:
"The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right, greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind."
-Gordon Gekko-
Even so, at the end of the movie there's the expected morality lesson on how being unethical and greedy will result in your undoing. But then again, almost every bloody movie or book our there always has a stupid moralistic cop-out in the end. It's as if the masses cannot accept a movie if it violates their sense of morality.
 "Oh noes! My delicate sense of morality!"
I say fuck that shit - let the goddamn bad guys win!!
Which is why I like No Country for Old Men. They didn't dispense with the moralistic crap - the bad guy just comes around and kicks the warm turd out of everyone else. Can you say Hallelujah??
 Okay now back to basics...
Back to the topic. Watch Wall Street to see how human greed manifests. Oh but know at least a wee bit about stocks first before watching or you might get a little confused.
The End.
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| Doe-Tar |
[May 13th, 2008 | 23.46] |
Happy May 13th!
Amid fears that certain parties within the country would take the opportunity to "commemorate" the day by causing violence in KL, thankfully nothing happened.
It seems that a certain Mr KJ did not summon his Rempit creeps from the numerous potholes in the roads to wreak havoc upon the city.
RAWRRRR!! R3MP1T5 - RISE FR0M TEH P0THOL3ZZ!
SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM CREEPS!!
Not that I care, I'd use my creep clearer skillz + cleaver item to clear off a few waves then I b so I can buy boots...
DotA is retarded.
Do you know why it is called Defense of the Ancients?
It's because your aim in the game is to defend the Ancients.
Duh.
Thank me for being more obvious than an obese man in an anorexia clinic.
Ever wonder why they are called 'Ancients'? It's simply cos of what they are:
Sentinels: A giant and very expensive Old Ginseng Root .
Scourge: A very old and very Moldy Popsicle that was left in the fridge when Beatles' songs were actually sung by the Beatles themselves.
Ta-da! You're eternally ingratiated to me for de-mystifying this mysterious game.
Now syaddarp and lissen to the DotA song:
On another note, Kevin insisted asked nicely for a blogvertisment:
Kevin wants to work on Madison Avenue.
What do women REALLY want? Mr Kevin Chan explains this Friday.
Be curious, I command you to!!!
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| I'm a "capitalist peeeeg"!! |
[May 12th, 2008 | 23.53] |
Lately I've been playing lotsa lotsa lotsa Capitalism II.
Capitalism is a strategy game, much like Sim City. However instead of running a city, you're in charge of a company.
There are a few industries your company can enter, each with its own nuances and challenges. Want to be a retail giant like Carrefour or Wal-Mart? Erect a few supermarkets or departmental stores in the city area. Prefer producing things instead? Source for raw materials and build some factories to turn them into finished products.
Overall the game is highly entertaining, with a moderately steep learning curve.
I'd recommend it if you want to know a little about businessy stuffs. But don't rely on it to become the next Donald Trump. The game lacks the finer nuances as it simplifies everything. Things like taxes aren't taken into account. Employee healthcare, insurance, dental, and what-not benefits are not included. You can't trade options or even short/long stocks on the market. Blah blah blah you get the point.
That is all.
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| Ironed Man |
[May 10th, 2008 | 23.02] |
Damn I should be Tony Stark.
Weapons genius, business man, superhero and playa.
Note the weapons part. Damn I love weapons!!!
If I could raise a business selling instruments of death I'd be happier than a paedophile in a kindergarten. Like, seriously.
The first product off my production lines would of course be a real-world version of the MA5C (the famous assault rifle from the Halo series). I know for damn sure I already have a huge market - any X-Box totting pimply fan of the game would drool at the thought of owning a real life version of Master Chief's gun.
..although I have his very vivid image of Bern picking one up and going on a shooting rampage..
Ok back to the original topic lol. Ironed Man is seriously a cool movie, go and watch it.
If you're not so into explosions, visual effects, and dramatic fight scenes then at least watch it for Stark's absolute cockiness (only at the start of the movie... he gets a bit more pussified later on):
Christine Everheart: Rehearse that much?
Tony Stark: Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime.
Christine Everheart: I can see that.
Tony Stark: I'll like to show you firsthand.
Christine Everheart: Have you ever lost an hour of sleep your whole life?
Tony Stark: I'd be prepared to lose a few with you.
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| Fearless |
[May 4th, 2008 | 23.11] |
My parents don't get along with me simply because I am me.
Or rather because I have a set of life values and philosophies that run counter to theirs.
I believe in not conforming, that there is always a better way to do things than the majority usually do. I believe in a life lived without fear of failure - not because I enjoy failure but because I am confident I can hedge my risks with knowledge; and when I do fail I can take it positively, learn from it and put it behind me. I want to live driven by desire of success rather than simply reacting to the fear of failure.
Essentially I'm labeled an anarchist.
Which makes me fuckin' cool by the way.
I feel my view is shared and expressed better by Tynan. Please read his post here.
"There are massive benefits to living differently. It makes you think about things rather than going through life like a sheep. You feel proud about your life because it’s something you have built, rather than something that you were shoehorned into. You can’t help but be constantly happy because you are doing what you want to be doing, not what you’re told you want to be doing."
In other news I went for Ben&Jerry's Free Cone Day last Tuesday!
Riana-elah-elah and I dropped by Great World City, simply because that place is deader than dried salted fish. Which was a good idea since we waited less than 5 minutes for the cones.
Yes I am gloating to the folks out there who went to Cathay or Vivo and had to wait 3 hours haa!
Fish lurrrve ice cream!! |
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| Time haemorrhage |
[April 19th, 2008 | 06.18] |
I love the internet. If I could be permanently online 24/7 by having a cyberbrain installed a la Ghost in the Shell, I would do it without a second thought.
 Though I swear I'd get a seizure if some idiot MSN nudges me all of a sudden.
The internet is the great God of Knowledge that provides nearly all the answers I can ever need. For the mere mortals that can access it, limitless quantities of information may be had. The only cost is time and thought to sift out unsound bits of knowledge.
Googling has become my first response when faced with any situation. Google is the deity from whose being instant enlightenment flows. Whenever I seek guidance, the voice of Goo will set me on The Right Path. Goo is eternal, Goo is ever-knowing. Goo asks nothing from us but our queries. In return, Goo will always answer our prayers queries. Truly, ask and ye shalt receive.
"For Goo was designed for the world, that Goo gave limitless Knowledge, that whosoever knew this Knowledge shalt not be ignorant, but have fulfilling lives"
 One Goo to rule them all.
Holy Moohoo Glue™! I'm committing idolatry! Meh doesn't matter. No God is going to judge me when I die.
I believe when we die our "Heaven" or "Hell" exists within a super computer composed of all the atoms in the universe. As the universe contracts (the Big Crunch theory) the computing power of this cosmic computer approaches infinity. Thus in the microsecond before the universe is packed into a single iota, the cosmic computer will be able to simulate an infinite number of quantum brain states. This means that every being who has ever lived, or will ever live, will be resurrected and perceive their resurrection to last an eternity (but only because of the infinite number of quantum brain states simulated - in reality the simulation only lasts for a split second).
Interesting aight. It's called Tipler's Omega Point.
 Wayy better than the ol' cloudy heaven idea. Windows just totally wrecked that perception. I mean, I've already spent an eternity looking at the stupid blue sky and cloud thing as Windows loads up. Seriously wtf I don't need another eternity of the same thing.
So anyway Imma get to the point of this post.
The point is I'm going on an internet diet.
Yes that's right - an internet diet. Which basically means I'm only going online from now on between 11pm to 1am.
I'm doing this because I get nothing else done when exposed to the internet. I'll just trawl for hours on end for interesting bits of knowledge. Hours and hours and hours of mindless searching for arguably esoteric knowledge (note Tipler's Omega Point above).
What a waste of time!
So anyway yeah, if you see me online outside 11pm-1am gimme a kick.
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| Nerdism quirks |
[April 16th, 2008 | 23.29] |
I just spent the last few days reading all the comics on xkcd.
The nerdiest thing is, I get just about all the jokes save for the programming ones.
Additionally I do actually walk funny when crossing tiled floors. In some strange attempt to create a fixed pattern in my footsteps, I would either walk on all the darker tiles or every alternate one depending on how far apart they are.
In Singapore where there are storm drain covers on the side walks, I would maintain a steady walking pattern so that either my left foot or right foot always strikes the metal drain covers with an exact number of steps between each cover. I.e:
Left (clunk!) Right Left Right Left (clunk!) Right Left....
And then of course I get annoyed when going around corners, since the next drain cover would be a bit further and I would have to shift the oscillation of my foot-strike-drain-cover pattern by one step or π/2 phase forwards...
Then of course there are other random quirks I have, like trying to create symmetrical patterns by imaginarily tracing lines joining the corners of my ceiling boards. Or shifting my position so that from my view, the open window pane forms right-angled triangles with the grille. Or constantly calculating in my mind the shortest route through any locale (pythagoras usually works here).
I'm definitely a Class-A example of nerdism. And I'm proud of it, motherfucker!
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| Happyness. |
[April 14th, 2008 | 23.10] |
Firstly, thankiuu for all the birthday wishes, friends, Romans and countrymen!!! (^___^)
You guys fucking rawk!! =)
 The Beagles.
Aside from dinner with my mom yesterday, I got a set of Altec Lansi speakers from me dad.
But since I'm a very lazy person, I haven't hooked it up yet. Thus I'll talk about it anudder day hokay.
Anyway today the gf came over with...
CUPCAKES! Filled with chocolate =)
I'd wanna go on about how delicious it is, but y'all gonna be like, "Yeah lah yeah lah. Sure must say nice cos ur gf made aight?"
So I wont. I'll just makan only :D
"Eh but Roger, why for your b'day need all the hearty hearty stuff on your cupcakes?"
Cause it's also our 2 month anniversary.
No I won't be writing a "waa two months I lub you dahling with water-based lube" kinda post cause I'm not adolescent enough for that. Nor is our relationship that superficial.
But I will assert that she's the best thing to happen to me, and despite my cynicism towards the concept of 'true love' I find that she's made me believe in it.
For 'true love' I realise is not something you go looking for. It is something you make. It arises from the moments spent together, the manner in which you accommodate each other's idiosyncrasies and insecurities, through the hardships and problems you overcome together.
Here's the music video for that song, dear.
It's a weird arty thing. Rie Fu did go to St Martins haha.
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| Severe nerdism |
[April 13th, 2008 | 22.06] |
DID YOU KNOW...
That Google has the ability to convert metric or imperial measurements into units within the Potrzebie System of Weights and Measures?
 Right click and view image to see full size.
Yes there actually is such a system of measurement. It was developed by Professor Donald Knuth, a renowned computer scientist at Stanford University and touted to be a revolutionary system for the future.
Except of course, the system was created by the good professor when he was 19 and published in only one "scientific" journal: MAD Magazine #33 June 1957.
Which makes it even more amusing that the programmers at Google included a Potrzebie converter into the Google Calculator.
This is a case of severe nerdism - the syndrome where an author includes an obscure reference that only a niche group of like-minded geeks would comprehend.
A prime example would be the xkcd webcomic.
Or of course Knuth's sense of humour.
Anyway go, go! Play with your newfound nerdism unit converter!
Go to Google and type
1 potrzebie in cm
or any of the other units of measurements listed above.
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| Accident |
[April 12th, 2008 | 14.25] |
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"Children in the backseat cause accidents
Accidents in the backseat cause children."
I had my first automotive accident today.
Blardey hell it's not my fault. It happened as I was cautiously turning into the lane that leads to my neighbourhood.
Now a little background about this lane. It is near to a major T-junction along Old Klang Road with traffic lights to regulate the flow of vehicles. To get to the lane you have to hang a right at this junction and make a rather sharp turn and viola you're in my 'hood.
Naturally, if you have even an iota of driving experience, you'd know that at a traffic lighted crossroads when the lights for you are green, you're allowed to move in the following directions:
Me is the bluey car.
The diagram above is a very much simplified version of the junction at my place. There are three lanes for both directions, so it really is a major intersection.
Thus sometimes some smart motherfucking motorbikers will decide that since there are two lanes for oncoming traffic to turn into the right-bound road, they can break the law and run the lights.
Of course I'm aware of this. Thus I always slow down as I move through the junction and inch towards the left to get to my lane. Turn signals are mandatorily flashing like a perverted old man at a girls' school.
As a I guessed one smart motherfucker motorbiker ran the red lights. I let him pass thinking I'm such a good model motorist for being preemptively aware of smart motherfuckers.
Unfortunately I wasn't aware of a second smart motherfucker motorbiker. Just as I was about to turn into my lane, the asshole hit the side of my car like a torpedo jacked up on steroids.
I lowered the passenger side window and yelled at the rider, the sole offspring of a mating between a gorilla and a toilet bowl.
"DEI, RED LIGHT LA WEYH!!!"
No response. I blame it on his heritage - a toilet bowl gives me the same dumb founded stare.
Grr. Standard procedure: Stop by the side of the road to settle.
Now if you've clearly broken the law and damaged some dude's car, what would you do?
If you're a civilised person you'd offer to compensate.
Unfortunately as I've already mentioned, this is no civilised person. How civilised can you be if your mental development stopped even before your dad's sperm fertilised your mom's egg?
The motherfucker ran.
PUKI MAK PUNYA LAN CIAO CHOW CHEE BAI BHEN CHOD!!!!
I got his license plate down at least. My dad says since the damage is minor and there's no way to book the motherfucker cause it's my word against his there's no use making a report.
Lanciao. If I find his bike Imma stick a rag in his gas tank and light it.
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| I'm Yours |
[April 11th, 2008 | 00.36] |
Wenhui this is your fault...
...that I keep listening to 'I'm Yours' both the original Jason Mraz version and the cover by Ade.
I'm not sure which is better - Mraz's version is more reggae while Ade's is more pop.
On the other hand I prefer the Wong Fu Productions music video for the song over Mraz's original.
it's cute - watch!
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| Audio cravings |
[April 6th, 2008 | 03.11] |
Ever had audio cravings?
I do regularly. I'd have a song playing in my head, and all I'd wanna do is hear it.
This is of course better than food cravings; the continuous satisfaction of which would result in the local authorities requiring you to wear a reverse indicator and parking sensor on your behind which would by now be the size of a Mercedes Benz's rear lest you crush some poor unsuspecting children.
No, the Mercedes Benz in this case does not refer to the luxury car:
 My penis Merce is definitely larger than yours!!
...what, are you feeling angry? Run over here and beat me up - it'll burn off a few calories >:D
Okay before I was so rudely interrupted by myself...
The song currently playing in my head is P.D.A (We Just Don't Care) by John Legend.
Click the link and listen to the lyrics! It's all about public displays of affection =)
Mmm sex in public places...
Speaking of sex have you ever considered abstinence?
Of course I'm not referring to virginal holy peoples who'd faint at the mere mention of fornication (what are you doing reading my blog?!)
I'm speaking to y'all who've had more ass than a donkey farm.
 Shrek definitely gets ass.
Have you ever considered the consequences of your actions?
Do you know of the permanent damage that sexually transmitted diseases can cause to your body? There is no known cure for many of these, and they will continue to harm you for the rest of your living days.
What of unwanted pregnancies? If you live in Malaysia there's no legal way to get an abortion. And even if you have access to legal abortions like down south in Singapore, can you allow yourself to technically murder a (albeit undeveloped) fellow human being?
Thus ladies and gentlemen, I strongly urge you to choose abstinence.
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| Like gravestones |
[April 4th, 2008 | 04.58] |
I just visited my very ancient blog.
.And I am quite taken aback.
The tone in which the person wrote those entries, the style in which he wrote, the things that were a priority to him...
These things are all foreign yet at the same time strangely familiar on a deeper plane.
Through it all, the nostalgia, the recollection, the memories...
..only one thought ran through my mind..
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WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!
Damn, I understand you was me. A less cool, more awkward, far less mature me. I respect you for that but seriously, I would've kicked your ass if I knew you.
A moment of silence people, for the me that was me.
...
Okay the moment's up! Have a Kleenex you fag.
Moving on, here's a funny pic I got off Sherry's blog:
Just like our old Kayeye classes! Except no one ever raised Sinatra-isms..
On Sherry's blog, if you view it for awhile the background music loads and starts to play.
Thankfully it is something soft and light.
Why thankfully?
Imagine this scenario: Your entire room is quiet, it is dark out. You're leisurely reading through your friend's blog when all of a motherfucking sudden, a hellish rock score blares out of your speakers with more Decibels than the cellulite stretch marks on Britney Spear's ass. Sial la gila babi cheebye aunty fucker!!
Please for the love of your readers' health and mental stability, please please do not put super loud background music for your blog. I don't give two-thirds of a testicle if you think featuring Metallica or Korn would make you seem that one iota cooler.
It doesn't.
You're still a lame-ass who should be thankful I even spare 5 seconds of my time to view your foul scratchings.
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P.S: No I'm not referring to anyone in particular. If you were offended then I sure as hell meant it. Please do not give me the URL to your blog until you change your background music. Capisce?
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| Warp drive! |
[April 3rd, 2008 | 03.21] |
I freaking love driving.
(Okay only if you factor out other psychopathic drivers, potholes in the road, traffic jams, rising fuel costs, etc etc but you get the idea).
It is the sensation of going much faster than you can on foot, the thrill of movement. The way in which a slight increase in pressure by your foot brings the engine up to a harmonious roar, and the pavement rips past you blindingly as your tires gnash the road beneath.
But after awhile it's not all that thrilling anymore. It loses its novelty, and you realise you need more oomph with your driving experience.
Thus I have a confession to make....
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I ruined a steering torsion bar in my dad's car...
...because I had a wild time powersliding the vehicle around bends whenever I could.
Honestly there is no experience quite like it. You slam the steering wheel 90° to the left turning the car sharply. Just as the centripetal forces are at its maximum you yank the handbrake, and the rear wheels lose traction. The car oversteers and you watch in awe as the scenery outside moves sideways past your windshield...
It is surreal, almost like as if you're playing a video game.
Driving never feels the same again. It is like discovering the joy of sex or the taste of chocolate - you can't imagine going back to the old dull life without these things.
...except of course I don't wanna destroy my dad's car, so I'm laying off the addictive adrenaline-pumping stunts for awhile.
On driving, the most ridiculous thing happened a few weeks ago.
Here I was, driving back home taking the usual route into my housing area (which is a semi-legal u-turn into a rather narrow road).
It was a good thing I was driving cautiously because smack in the middle of the road was the most freakin preposterous thing blocking my path:
"Yeah, a dog. So??"
Look closer... It was a dog having a shit in the middle of the road.
To make things worse, the dog was constipated or something, for it sure took its time to take a dump.
I flashed my headlights at it, thinking "Aw c'mon! You gotta be kidding me!" and the damned dog just stared back.
"Wait the fuck up till I finish my business, boy!"
Ridiculous. It's a good thing I'm all for animal rights or I would've run over the stupid thing, mushing it together with its faeces. Some balls the dumb canine had, staring me down as it shat for a full five minutes!!
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| Mindless violence! |
[April 2nd, 2008 | 05.42] |
I'm staying up watching spaz videos of Youtube poop and Happy Tree Friends.
Goddamn! I love mindless violence!
Didja know that the maker of Happy Tree Friends also make other series?
I quite like Like, News and The God & Devil show. Both tho are rather culture centered, so if you don't know much about entertainment news you probably can't really figure out what's the joke about as they bash various celebrities.
Here's the Samuel L Jackson one from Like, News. Freaking hilarious...
Click the linkie cos embedding was disabled for this video.
And now a dosage of mindless violence. Ever heard of the Buddhist Monkey??
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| Burger Lembu Ramlee |
[March 31st, 2008 | 18.15] |
Damnit my phone's on a fritz after it was supposedly serviced by the folks who sold it to me. Now I can't even upload photos from it... stupid morons.
So anyway I was in Singapore last week to mail off my applications.
Yeah yeah I could've done it from here. But that'll be as boring as a wood-boring worm watching a drop of water dry on cement. Yes, that is supposed to be boring; unless you have a worm fetish or you get turned on by cement. In which case I do not what to know about your sex-life.
Eh wtf you're supposed to stop me from digressing >:(
Moving on... the one thing I both like and hate about Singapore is the MRT system.
Love it cos it's fucking efficient. The only time you'd have to wait for a train longer than 6 minutes is if someone tries to kill himself on the tracks or if you stupidly decided to plonk your ass in the station after it is closed (in which case you really should try to kill yourself on the tracks).
Hate it because of the lembus who ride the MRT.
 Lembu???
Yes, lembu or cow. Ima tell you why...
During rush hour when you wanna board the train, the boarding passengers can be divided into two groups:
- Those who are trying to get onboard.
- Those who are already on the train.
The contention you see, is that like robotic drones or herding cows each type has a pre-programmed behavioral pattern.
Those who haven't gotten on board the train are inclined to shove their way in, ensuring they don't get kiap-ed when the door closes.
However when they have moved a sufficient distance into the train (read: 1 meter) they suddenly change into the other type, the ones who are already on the train.
They realise out of the blue that there is no longer a need to shove their way in since they are onboard and away from the dangerous MRT kiap doors.
Thus they decide that instead of being considerate and letting other passengers get on board, they should congregate around the closest pole and start stripping and pole-grinding.
Of course this congests the path into the train leading to more pushing and shoving by the former group of passengers.
The worst part is of course being caught somewhere in between both groups. On one side you have lembus shoving you to get on. On the other side you have the fucking Great Immovable Wall of China that would refuse to budge and move deeper into the train. Between the two of them you become a sodomised pancake. Brilliant.
The moral of the story: Either walk or don't take the train during rush hour.
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| Lovin' it |
[March 21st, 2008 | 03.33] |
Where is the one place you can head to in any city that can provide you with a hot meal and a comfortable place to rest at virtually any time of day regardless of your background or socio-economic status?
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Is it the YMCA?
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Is it a Ti-Ratana Buddhist lodge?
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Is it your friendly local police station?
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....well the last one is almost correct, except that your background matters - it has to be criminal....
The answer is....
.... ....  McDONALDS! Bada-BA-bada! I'm lovin' it.
It is the one ubiquitous place where for a small fee you can have a hot meal even at 4am in the morning. And yes, you can even crash and catch some shut eye on their seats.
Relevance? Ima tell you a story from my Sg trip 2 weeks ago...
Having not bothered procuring a place to stay seeing I can have a good sleep on my bus ride back to the Land of Boleh, I decided to take very late night tour of the city streets instead.
Unfortunately, severe exhaustion set in, and I stumbled into the nearest known McD's... the ol' Bendemeer McD!
Yes, nostalgic - but also comfortable since they renovated the place.
As it turns out I wasn't the only loitering bum bunking at Mac's - there were several other patrons happily comatose on the numerous seats. A few tables away, a middle-aged man had draped himself across the bench, soundly asleep. At the table next to mine, students who were burning the midnight oil stopped the burning to prevent climate change and were slumped in various positions.
Thank God for capitalism. We don't need YMCA's - just plenty of Mac's strewn across the cityscape.
Across the border though, McD's are not as numerous. In fact, for as long as I can remember, the PJ Old Town Mac's pictured above is one of the only 3 Mac's operating within southern Petaling Jaya. (The other two being one at Amcorp Mall and another in Section 14)
Mmmm. Mac's. Too bad I'm vegetarian or I'd like a Double Cheese Burger right now. Ah and plenty of them hyper addictive fries...
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| Personal vows |
[March 19th, 2008 | 02.55] |
Seeing how I survived vegetarianism even though it's not the most convenient of diets, I suppose I can impose any change I want as long as I announce it to enough people so I can't go back on my word.
Thus... here is a very difficult one for me...
I VOW TO STOP PROCRASTINATING DAMNIT!!
Seriously I have tonnes of backlogged uni apps and some random scholarship apps (that I'll just tembak-tembak try to get la... I hope I can rely on the interview rather than my grades haa..).
And I'll start on this vow... tomorrow.
HAHA kidding no more procrastinating from now on.
Oh and people who are applying for unis..!!!
Don't write anything too funky on your blogs aye. Employers and university deans will check your Friendster, Facebook and blogs nowadays in the age of e-everything.
But don't on the other hand write some suck-up shit lol. Then the only people who'll be interested in reading your boring-ass sycophant blog would be the deans and employers...
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| Veggie'd |
[March 17th, 2008 | 03.49] |
HOLY SHIT I'VE BEEN VEGETARIAN FOR A MONTH NOW!
Seriously! Except for one or two incidences where I ate meat because I didn't know it was meat or did so cos my bos belanja me makan a very big and very delicious curry fish head.
Yeah I'd admit it was good but the image of meat does not tempt me one bit.
Strangely even though I'd been an avid carnivore I did not feel some overbearing need over the last one month to consume flesh. It's not something as addictively pleasurable as sex - it's just food.
It's like just walking past McDonald's and not popping in to consume their fries. It's a choice.
Okay BAD EXAMPLE. McD's fries are freaking irresistible. I think they put marijuana into their fries to make sure you get hooked and keep going back for more...
So anyway right, on Saturday I found a vegetarian restaurant near my place. Yeah imagine that - within walking distance. (Except in Malaysia we rarely walk since it's not so safe).
Check out the deco. Too bad the shop's in some unknown corner of PJS1.
The servings are quite large. It comes to about RM15 a head. "WHAT?! BUT THERE'S NO MEAT INSIDE!" Whatever Mr Economist. It tastes good and I get to keep being a veggie so I'm happy.
I think vegetarian food should be renamed as 'Lingam food'...
"It looks like meat, it tastes like meat, but I won't say for sure that it is meat."
I've been listening to 'Anyone Else But You' from the Juno soundtrack. I so think it's our song. =)
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