bintan was great! i didn't know i could like a beach this much, i didn't know the sea could be this much fun!
the company, and oh, the company. priceless!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
type of investor
i've been reading a book titled "the cashflow quadrant" and had come to a part that categorises the kind of investors there are. one particular one i read about is "stewards of money" - these are the kind of people who put together their own components in an investment programme and buy it, and they more often than not hand down the legacy of wealth over to the next generation via education on how to build money.
even in death, they control how the money is handled. amazing.
i must be of at least that level - so that means i must read. learn, read, read, read, learn.
even in death, they control how the money is handled. amazing.
i must be of at least that level - so that means i must read. learn, read, read, read, learn.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
kickass comic
HERE is the kickass comic.
bear in mind that it's R-rated, cause of nudity, swearing. but a kickass story.
bear in mind that it's R-rated, cause of nudity, swearing. but a kickass story.
boating no more
mm. not going boating no more.
rain's provided us both with an excuse to postpone it.
rain's provided us both with an excuse to postpone it.
stalked?
i do believe i have a stalker.
he sms-ed me, "You play game till very late last night. Ha......"
hm. this is coming from someone who does not play games.
response? "Ya."
no extra attention given.
...sometimes i wish i needn't do this myself.
don't mistake me, i like being strong and independent. i just wish there were someone who would offer to kick butt for me - so i know when shit happens if it happens i have a person i can count on.
may that person be the man whose chest i lay my head on at night.
cause... at the end of the day, boys are boys. these are the kinds you play with for a while then put aside cause they are in essence still children. how do you tell, really?
well, they are the ones who "have also can, don't have also can" or "if she wants she'll come if she don't want she'll leave" and therefore not do very much throughout the relationship. it might kill them when you leave, but they won't stop you. because they "respect your decision" and therefore won't even try to stop you.
no wonder divorce rates are high - it's because of the rise in respect.
-snip-
anyhoos. it takes a man to show stalkers JUST WHAT THEY'VE GOT - and believe it or not, it really makes a woman proud to be his woman. cause then the chap'd have pride AND the balls to back it up with.
he sms-ed me, "You play game till very late last night. Ha......"
hm. this is coming from someone who does not play games.
response? "Ya."
no extra attention given.
...sometimes i wish i needn't do this myself.
don't mistake me, i like being strong and independent. i just wish there were someone who would offer to kick butt for me - so i know when shit happens if it happens i have a person i can count on.
may that person be the man whose chest i lay my head on at night.
cause... at the end of the day, boys are boys. these are the kinds you play with for a while then put aside cause they are in essence still children. how do you tell, really?
well, they are the ones who "have also can, don't have also can" or "if she wants she'll come if she don't want she'll leave" and therefore not do very much throughout the relationship. it might kill them when you leave, but they won't stop you. because they "respect your decision" and therefore won't even try to stop you.
no wonder divorce rates are high - it's because of the rise in respect.
-snip-
anyhoos. it takes a man to show stalkers JUST WHAT THEY'VE GOT - and believe it or not, it really makes a woman proud to be his woman. cause then the chap'd have pride AND the balls to back it up with.
i'm going a-boating
i'm going a-boating tonight. it'd be nice, i think.
heart's heavy, for some reason. could it be the rain?
heart's heavy, for some reason. could it be the rain?
Friday, March 21, 2008
message of the day
message of the (good fri)day is - what i've retained, that is - is, PURPOSE (to be found trying to get my attention via a sledgehammer to the head); and ..see below.
-ahem-
as a certain pudgeyCHOKE - dignified - pastor told us a story just now when asking us the question, "what would you die for?"
he opened by recounting this autistic savant named johnny, who lived on rio's sandy beaches.
autistic savants are not just autistic, they are gifted. some savants can do phenomenal mathematics, some can repeat whole symphonies just by listening to it once and some have amazing photographic memory - and this one sculpts sand.
so each day, johnny would build sandcastles. sand sculptures, if you will.
he created magnificent sand sculptures of buildings, of scenes of amazing intricacy... and on the same beach, was a group of irritating typical hormonally-powered teenaged moronsCOUGH - boys - who would come along, and kick it all down. every day.
sometimes the johnny would cry, but most of the time he just let them: after all, it was only sand and there was always tomorrow.
then one day, johnny built a magnificent one of *his home, with its windows and doors, beautifully detailed down to the climbing bark that clung to the red brick wall surrounding his house. as usual, the teenage [deleted] came along, and began kicking it down.
but this time, johnny fought back. he wanted to protect his work. three big boys against one boy who builds sand sculptures... in short, they kicked his head in. he was sent to the hospital and was in the intensive care unit for two days before he finally died on the operating table.
and the question the pastor posed was, "what would you die for?"
what would you fight to save, what are you so protective of, that you would give your life for it?
...the above was a story - there was no johnny, and the tragedy did not happen (trust me, i was half-smirking to myself too when i heard the pastor say the above-mentioned was not true :/ ).
then he told us another one, this time a real incident.
there was this lady, inez, i think her name was, who was friends with this person, frank. they enjoyed the same things, they worked on similar projects ... inez had found things in frank that's similar to herself and frank found traits that are similar to his.
needless to say, they enjoyed each other's company very much. the friendship grew and later it had become apparent that their friendship could become intimate. the problem is, she is married.
it was apparent that he likes her, and she knows she likes him. she knew what she had to do.
so she typed this letter, addressed to him. it read: "unless a friendship is dead, it will always grow into something more. But when a friendship becomes something that compromises the commitments to those we love most, it can never be."
she mailed it.
in the pastor's words, "'i mailed it; i saw it disappear,' she said. 'it ripped half of me away inside, but once i had done that, i felt the burden shift. the problem has been taken from my shoulders, to be undertaken by God. it is only then it is out of my hands and dealt with by Him.'"
the pastor continues to say, "more often than not it is usually what you have to do before God may take the burdens from our shoulders..." (i think that's what he said in closing)
however inaccurate my recounting of his sermon** today, i do get the idea of what the pastor's trying to say. i found myself asking the same thing: what would i give up my life for? is there anything i would fight and fight hard to protect and retain?
..right now, i have nothing so very magnificent to fight for. other than My Lord, God's honour should anyone attempt to sully it.
but i know what i want in the future.
i want a home. i want a home, a big home, a house with a big garden, so i may provide sanctuary for my beloveds. i know that a sanctuary does not a garden make, but a sanctuary is more complete with one humongous garden. and anti-mossie devices, of course.
so. may my beloveds find peace in my house, a house i share with my husband. i will find that house, then i will create that home and fill it with love. i will be generous with food in the larder, so all who wish to eat need not scrounge.
thus i honour Him. praise be, praise be.
*actually, the pastor said johnny had sculpted jesus, the one with arms outstretched - the one that is erected in rio, i think. i had substituted it with johnny's home because it might be easier for non-christians to digest.
**there was another story the pastor mentioned, but i thought that might have been a little too much to wash down in one post.
-ahem-
as a certain pudgeyCHOKE - dignified - pastor told us a story just now when asking us the question, "what would you die for?"
he opened by recounting this autistic savant named johnny, who lived on rio's sandy beaches.
autistic savants are not just autistic, they are gifted. some savants can do phenomenal mathematics, some can repeat whole symphonies just by listening to it once and some have amazing photographic memory - and this one sculpts sand.
so each day, johnny would build sandcastles. sand sculptures, if you will.
he created magnificent sand sculptures of buildings, of scenes of amazing intricacy... and on the same beach, was a group of irritating typical hormonally-powered teenaged moronsCOUGH - boys - who would come along, and kick it all down. every day.
sometimes the johnny would cry, but most of the time he just let them: after all, it was only sand and there was always tomorrow.
then one day, johnny built a magnificent one of *his home, with its windows and doors, beautifully detailed down to the climbing bark that clung to the red brick wall surrounding his house. as usual, the teenage [deleted] came along, and began kicking it down.
but this time, johnny fought back. he wanted to protect his work. three big boys against one boy who builds sand sculptures... in short, they kicked his head in. he was sent to the hospital and was in the intensive care unit for two days before he finally died on the operating table.
and the question the pastor posed was, "what would you die for?"
what would you fight to save, what are you so protective of, that you would give your life for it?
...the above was a story - there was no johnny, and the tragedy did not happen (trust me, i was half-smirking to myself too when i heard the pastor say the above-mentioned was not true :/ ).
then he told us another one, this time a real incident.
there was this lady, inez, i think her name was, who was friends with this person, frank. they enjoyed the same things, they worked on similar projects ... inez had found things in frank that's similar to herself and frank found traits that are similar to his.
needless to say, they enjoyed each other's company very much. the friendship grew and later it had become apparent that their friendship could become intimate. the problem is, she is married.
it was apparent that he likes her, and she knows she likes him. she knew what she had to do.
so she typed this letter, addressed to him. it read: "unless a friendship is dead, it will always grow into something more. But when a friendship becomes something that compromises the commitments to those we love most, it can never be."
she mailed it.
in the pastor's words, "'i mailed it; i saw it disappear,' she said. 'it ripped half of me away inside, but once i had done that, i felt the burden shift. the problem has been taken from my shoulders, to be undertaken by God. it is only then it is out of my hands and dealt with by Him.'"
the pastor continues to say, "more often than not it is usually what you have to do before God may take the burdens from our shoulders..." (i think that's what he said in closing)
however inaccurate my recounting of his sermon** today, i do get the idea of what the pastor's trying to say. i found myself asking the same thing: what would i give up my life for? is there anything i would fight and fight hard to protect and retain?
..right now, i have nothing so very magnificent to fight for. other than My Lord, God's honour should anyone attempt to sully it.
but i know what i want in the future.
i want a home. i want a home, a big home, a house with a big garden, so i may provide sanctuary for my beloveds. i know that a sanctuary does not a garden make, but a sanctuary is more complete with one humongous garden. and anti-mossie devices, of course.
so. may my beloveds find peace in my house, a house i share with my husband. i will find that house, then i will create that home and fill it with love. i will be generous with food in the larder, so all who wish to eat need not scrounge.
thus i honour Him. praise be, praise be.
*actually, the pastor said johnny had sculpted jesus, the one with arms outstretched - the one that is erected in rio, i think. i had substituted it with johnny's home because it might be easier for non-christians to digest.
**there was another story the pastor mentioned, but i thought that might have been a little too much to wash down in one post.
good friday
today is good friday, therefore a very good friday to you.
i went to church this morning, felt i needed to, like i've been pointed at by a large invisible hand that went "you! go to church tomorrow!" and so i went.
good thing i did, too. the service was alright, we sang songs and worshipped... and through the events of two days past, i'd asked a pastor to pray for me - and she did. funny thing though, that when she prayed over me i heard her words with my eyes closed and somehow, with the closing of my eyes the tears flowed. oh good heavens they flowed.
i didn't feel much inside, just that i'm very aware of the tears flowing and they were hot. i didn't feel bad or abused or... you know - negative.
but the tears made their presence felt.
after that, i left, feeling the same as before, not feeling very different but imagining, as i walked down the steps of the church's entrance, that i would be a shining beacon of light and somehow, goodness.
a little odd, considering i'd never really thought of myself as "good" before. people who play dungeons and dragons will know the following analogy: i tend to be chaotic-bochup than chaotic-good. one person i know is lawful-neutral (jenn) - given that she studied and is doing law and is pretty neutral in terms of punishment (keywords being "pretty neutral")...
but i digress.
so being the chaotic-bochup person (read: the suka-suka go do random things without really being bothered about others' reactions kind) that i am, i had somehow fancied myself a shiny beacon of light after having leaky eyes.
mm. random thought: do you think pastors have this natural priest ability called "summon tears"? (okay, jenn's so going to smack me for that)
heh.
i went to church this morning, felt i needed to, like i've been pointed at by a large invisible hand that went "you! go to church tomorrow!" and so i went.
good thing i did, too. the service was alright, we sang songs and worshipped... and through the events of two days past, i'd asked a pastor to pray for me - and she did. funny thing though, that when she prayed over me i heard her words with my eyes closed and somehow, with the closing of my eyes the tears flowed. oh good heavens they flowed.
i didn't feel much inside, just that i'm very aware of the tears flowing and they were hot. i didn't feel bad or abused or... you know - negative.
but the tears made their presence felt.
after that, i left, feeling the same as before, not feeling very different but imagining, as i walked down the steps of the church's entrance, that i would be a shining beacon of light and somehow, goodness.
a little odd, considering i'd never really thought of myself as "good" before. people who play dungeons and dragons will know the following analogy: i tend to be chaotic-bochup than chaotic-good. one person i know is lawful-neutral (jenn) - given that she studied and is doing law and is pretty neutral in terms of punishment (keywords being "pretty neutral")...
but i digress.
so being the chaotic-bochup person (read: the suka-suka go do random things without really being bothered about others' reactions kind) that i am, i had somehow fancied myself a shiny beacon of light after having leaky eyes.
mm. random thought: do you think pastors have this natural priest ability called "summon tears"? (okay, jenn's so going to smack me for that)
heh.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
choosing men
y'know, when i choose my men, looks used to be way down on the priority ladder. why? because i know that looks fade and if he weren't hawt ladies won't be very attracted to him – unless, of course, he's got shitloads of money.
that's why i tend to choose people who are, first and foremost, smart. the girls will know that not all of my interests are hawt. in fact, only a few were hawt. in fact, there was only two. wait. three, one of whom i did not find hawt but others seemed to find irresistible, for some strange reason. : /
anyhoos.
so. brains, right, is the first one to come up. if he ain't got brains, he sure as heck ain't got no sense of humour. not that one is interchangeable with the other, but the lack of the former more often than not denotes the lack of the latter – and we all know we gotta laugh a little sometimes.
...just not at the boyfriend, all the damn time.
can you imagine how sad that would be??
and if he doesn't have the wit he'd better have the smarts. so at least if he pisses you off you know it's a "worthy foe" instead of some lame duck who couldn't hurt you even if he hated your guts.
(this is different from having someone who loved you so much that he cannot bear to hurt you. VERY. different.)
second, i look for whether he can express himself well. if he can, he probably can make you laugh as well (brain/humour factor comes in here) and chances are he probably charmed you into getting together with him.
you'll know it if that's the case, because you would've been the one chasing him, not the other way round. unless, of course, you're every bit as good as he is, which probably means the playing ground will be more level (read: good thing).
a close third, is very simply, how he does in bed. i mean, seriously. if a man can show a woman a good time it's one more reason to stay. but if he's wimpy in bed then hey, it's like being together with a man who SNORES: you either sleep together or you don't. again, the ability to communicate comes into play here. no matter how good he is or how his dipstick resembles a baseball bat he still gotta know how to wave that magic wand to suit different kinds of spells.
because sometimes – just sometimes – that's not really possible without (say it with me) communication.
i mean, what if you like it like this and he does it like that? or he likes it that way and you prefer it so? trust me, it's going to need more specifics than "more uh-uh less ah-ah."
so there.
lastly, it will be whether he's got the "x-factor", so to speak. does not necessary mean good looks, but rather, the aura of sexy competence that says "hey joo. i is sleek rogue banker, hear my hunky rasp."
yes, one of my previous liasons was exactly like that. well, sans the "hey joo, i is..." part.
but oh, gawd, that one. that very one who sports a suit (yes, i do admit suits makes me do funny things) – he's not good-looking but oh good heavens, he's smart, savvy, suave, sexy, sexual – that's the one who causes literal sparks to zing when we are near each other, suit or no suit. it's not just his effect on me, it's my effect on him, too.
a-mazing, that one; it's not often that you find someone who turns you on like that. but well. there's are reasons why we didn't get together. we didn't have the second aspect with each other. that and that he is spoken for. :P
but ah, things we do when we're young and foolish.
that's why i tend to choose people who are, first and foremost, smart. the girls will know that not all of my interests are hawt. in fact, only a few were hawt. in fact, there was only two. wait. three, one of whom i did not find hawt but others seemed to find irresistible, for some strange reason. : /
anyhoos.
so. brains, right, is the first one to come up. if he ain't got brains, he sure as heck ain't got no sense of humour. not that one is interchangeable with the other, but the lack of the former more often than not denotes the lack of the latter – and we all know we gotta laugh a little sometimes.
...just not at the boyfriend, all the damn time.
can you imagine how sad that would be??
and if he doesn't have the wit he'd better have the smarts. so at least if he pisses you off you know it's a "worthy foe" instead of some lame duck who couldn't hurt you even if he hated your guts.
(this is different from having someone who loved you so much that he cannot bear to hurt you. VERY. different.)
second, i look for whether he can express himself well. if he can, he probably can make you laugh as well (brain/humour factor comes in here) and chances are he probably charmed you into getting together with him.
you'll know it if that's the case, because you would've been the one chasing him, not the other way round. unless, of course, you're every bit as good as he is, which probably means the playing ground will be more level (read: good thing).
a close third, is very simply, how he does in bed. i mean, seriously. if a man can show a woman a good time it's one more reason to stay. but if he's wimpy in bed then hey, it's like being together with a man who SNORES: you either sleep together or you don't. again, the ability to communicate comes into play here. no matter how good he is or how his dipstick resembles a baseball bat he still gotta know how to wave that magic wand to suit different kinds of spells.
because sometimes – just sometimes – that's not really possible without (say it with me) communication.
i mean, what if you like it like this and he does it like that? or he likes it that way and you prefer it so? trust me, it's going to need more specifics than "more uh-uh less ah-ah."
so there.
lastly, it will be whether he's got the "x-factor", so to speak. does not necessary mean good looks, but rather, the aura of sexy competence that says "hey joo. i is sleek rogue banker, hear my hunky rasp."
yes, one of my previous liasons was exactly like that. well, sans the "hey joo, i is..." part.
but oh, gawd, that one. that very one who sports a suit (yes, i do admit suits makes me do funny things) – he's not good-looking but oh good heavens, he's smart, savvy, suave, sexy, sexual – that's the one who causes literal sparks to zing when we are near each other, suit or no suit. it's not just his effect on me, it's my effect on him, too.
a-mazing, that one; it's not often that you find someone who turns you on like that. but well. there's are reasons why we didn't get together. we didn't have the second aspect with each other. that and that he is spoken for. :P
but ah, things we do when we're young and foolish.
foraging in KL
well, so i'm in KL for a few days, and like the last time, it's for work.
only this time i'm staying longer than just two days - so that means i've to really walk around to find food outside of the darned hotel. so, right, today i find myself inspired enough to buy food from the hotel, and i was right to trust it (i ordered chicken curry) - and it was good...
then came dinner. i didn't want to stay cooped up in the room and hello, i'm in another part of the world, it'd be a shame if i didn't take the chance to look and walk around, take a few pictures here and there, do the tourist thing. so i did, but the main thing is that i need to know what to eat.
and just now, i felt like eating hokkien mee (recommended by jenn) - and since i've no bloody idea where to get myself a bowl, i decided to do a search online. and voila! makan kings came up. and thus inspired i took to my literal heels and walked my jaunty walk out of the hotel... only to find myself at the sidewalk (duh) with no apparent mamak roadside stall boasting "MALAYSIAN HOKKIEN MEE" in sight.
but what'd i expect, really? it's outside of the damn city, near the twin towers - did i really expect mamak stalls?
...actually, yes.
but then i admit i was naive. but having walked ALL THE WAY to KLCC (wah lan eh) directed by strange people who point the way then carrying on with their walking without waiting for "thanks" - i concluded that KLCC is like our takashimaya. the only difference is that the A&W sucks and the soupe in the chinese restaurants - or the one i had my soupe at at least - is "too salty".
in the end, i left both places with food barely halfway eaten. it's horrid. the "restaurant", too.
the next time i eat, it will be at mamak stalls, i swear. if there are NO mamak stalls out on the hotel sidewalk, i will FIND mamak stalls at SOME sidewalk. and i will bring pochai.
only this time i'm staying longer than just two days - so that means i've to really walk around to find food outside of the darned hotel. so, right, today i find myself inspired enough to buy food from the hotel, and i was right to trust it (i ordered chicken curry) - and it was good...
then came dinner. i didn't want to stay cooped up in the room and hello, i'm in another part of the world, it'd be a shame if i didn't take the chance to look and walk around, take a few pictures here and there, do the tourist thing. so i did, but the main thing is that i need to know what to eat.
and just now, i felt like eating hokkien mee (recommended by jenn) - and since i've no bloody idea where to get myself a bowl, i decided to do a search online. and voila! makan kings came up. and thus inspired i took to my literal heels and walked my jaunty walk out of the hotel... only to find myself at the sidewalk (duh) with no apparent mamak roadside stall boasting "MALAYSIAN HOKKIEN MEE" in sight.
but what'd i expect, really? it's outside of the damn city, near the twin towers - did i really expect mamak stalls?
...actually, yes.
but then i admit i was naive. but having walked ALL THE WAY to KLCC (wah lan eh) directed by strange people who point the way then carrying on with their walking without waiting for "thanks" - i concluded that KLCC is like our takashimaya. the only difference is that the A&W sucks and the soupe in the chinese restaurants - or the one i had my soupe at at least - is "too salty".
in the end, i left both places with food barely halfway eaten. it's horrid. the "restaurant", too.
the next time i eat, it will be at mamak stalls, i swear. if there are NO mamak stalls out on the hotel sidewalk, i will FIND mamak stalls at SOME sidewalk. and i will bring pochai.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Japanese hahas
Saturday, March 15, 2008
gobstoppers
for those who are wondering why i brought up gobstoppers -
well, gobstoppers are traditionally sweets - big round balls of sweets made up of different flavours. :) there's strawberry, cola, chocolate, raspberry, orange... and the unpopular ones like licorice, tuna, earwax (if you're a harry potter fan).
well, people are like gobstoppers.
some may argue people are like onions but i'd say otherwise. onions don't have hearts. and they make people cry. so there.
well, anyway. people are gobstoppers because each and every layer (facet) is different. some layers you like, some layers you like very much and some layers, well: tuna.
every one of these's got these many layers to them, each gobstopper's pretty different from each other. ones you get from asia are probably a little bit milder, a little bit more "exotic", like that chap russell peters mentioned in chinatown - while those you get from say, the americas and europe are probably flavoured like fried chicken. with mayo. and guns. and "his gobber rights".
come to think of it, those from tibet probably taste like goats cheese... in the good way. if you like goat's - ahem, mountain goat's cheese. you probably can eat bread with that gobstopper and feel that it's the best meal in the world. if you like goat's cheese.
anyways. so everyone's a gobstopper. when you're friends, sister/brother, boyfriend/girlfriend with someone, you know there are different flavours to that person. it's a matter if that gobstopper is an old gobstopper or not. or if that gobstopper is one you can do without.
for family, you can't just spit that stopper out. for people you call friends - probably not, neither. considering you don't have to live with them and chances of you needing to evict them from your life altogether are well, low. having said that though, i'm sure we all understand that friends're going to be the the most important people in your life.
for girlfriends/boyfriends, well. you may be going to have to spend the rest of your lives with them and that's intense, right, so it's best to taste each and every one carefully. it's a little bit like eating a lolli (this is when you're "just dating" - you can still taken them out of your mouth when you want to talk) but when you're married sometimes the lolli loses the stick and becomes a whole real gobstopper. cause that's what happens when you actually live with each other.
sometimes people can't deal with having bought a gobbie and having to have it in his mouth, as a result they try to move it to the side of their mouths so they can speak resulting in them seeming socially inept. some try to spit it out, because, well, "it wasn't what they expected" or "the flavour changed!"
lol
reasons to spit, really.
with human gobstoppers however, each time you spit one out, you cry. because it hurts that damn much when she punches you in the mouth. no doubt, you have other teeth and sometimes new teeth grow - but hey.
i don't know about you, but i've come to the point in which i understand that people will always be gobstoppers (and i'm quite done being punched in the teeth). sometimes they come from a pack that reads "underlying pickled corn flavour" and other times they come from ones that read "addictive poppadum that's too salty overtones throughout".
and sometimes, just sometimes, they come in packs that simply translates to "just right.*" : )
*fineprint: "with occasional flavours of double-boiled wintermelon and pork laced with cinnamon."
well, gobstoppers are traditionally sweets - big round balls of sweets made up of different flavours. :) there's strawberry, cola, chocolate, raspberry, orange... and the unpopular ones like licorice, tuna, earwax (if you're a harry potter fan).
well, people are like gobstoppers.
some may argue people are like onions but i'd say otherwise. onions don't have hearts. and they make people cry. so there.
well, anyway. people are gobstoppers because each and every layer (facet) is different. some layers you like, some layers you like very much and some layers, well: tuna.
every one of these's got these many layers to them, each gobstopper's pretty different from each other. ones you get from asia are probably a little bit milder, a little bit more "exotic", like that chap russell peters mentioned in chinatown - while those you get from say, the americas and europe are probably flavoured like fried chicken. with mayo. and guns. and "his gobber rights".
come to think of it, those from tibet probably taste like goats cheese... in the good way. if you like goat's - ahem, mountain goat's cheese. you probably can eat bread with that gobstopper and feel that it's the best meal in the world. if you like goat's cheese.
anyways. so everyone's a gobstopper. when you're friends, sister/brother, boyfriend/girlfriend with someone, you know there are different flavours to that person. it's a matter if that gobstopper is an old gobstopper or not. or if that gobstopper is one you can do without.
for family, you can't just spit that stopper out. for people you call friends - probably not, neither. considering you don't have to live with them and chances of you needing to evict them from your life altogether are well, low. having said that though, i'm sure we all understand that friends're going to be the the most important people in your life.
for girlfriends/boyfriends, well. you may be going to have to spend the rest of your lives with them and that's intense, right, so it's best to taste each and every one carefully. it's a little bit like eating a lolli (this is when you're "just dating" - you can still taken them out of your mouth when you want to talk) but when you're married sometimes the lolli loses the stick and becomes a whole real gobstopper. cause that's what happens when you actually live with each other.
sometimes people can't deal with having bought a gobbie and having to have it in his mouth, as a result they try to move it to the side of their mouths so they can speak resulting in them seeming socially inept. some try to spit it out, because, well, "it wasn't what they expected" or "the flavour changed!"
lol
reasons to spit, really.
with human gobstoppers however, each time you spit one out, you cry. because it hurts that damn much when she punches you in the mouth. no doubt, you have other teeth and sometimes new teeth grow - but hey.
i don't know about you, but i've come to the point in which i understand that people will always be gobstoppers (and i'm quite done being punched in the teeth). sometimes they come from a pack that reads "underlying pickled corn flavour" and other times they come from ones that read "addictive poppadum that's too salty overtones throughout".
and sometimes, just sometimes, they come in packs that simply translates to "just right.*" : )
*fineprint: "with occasional flavours of double-boiled wintermelon and pork laced with cinnamon."
to illustrate...
to illustrate i shall have you see this presentation - done by jon, on what he went through.
gobstoppers, eh. now there's a man.
gobstoppers, eh. now there's a man.
i know!
i know what i want! :D
someone like jon! and i want to be someone like heather (who is the author and owner of dooce.com).
haha i know i love a party and i'd love a friend for a husband - and these two are married the best way some people are married - yeah, like lim yew beng and tan kheng hua. she's got her quirks and he understands and takes it - loves it. and she does the same, despite being in-his-face about it occasionally.
though.. she's probably the more flamboyant one in both cases. haha
hm. am i different from these women? i want to be more active with my life. more, more active.
so how did she do it? well, it doesn't matter. i think her most basic personality trait is to dare be herself and simply stay that way.
people who say "you changed" don't understand that people change - people are always changing, especially when growing up (ie: from age 2 to age 36 for women, age 2 to age 50 for men. and when they finally grow up, it's nearly time to die).
the bottom line is to continue to love and support that person... like how jon did (amongst other things) when heather was clinically depressed and refused to take medication due to the stigma. boy, i love that man!
you go, jon! they don't make men/geeks like you anymore!
someone like jon! and i want to be someone like heather (who is the author and owner of dooce.com).
haha i know i love a party and i'd love a friend for a husband - and these two are married the best way some people are married - yeah, like lim yew beng and tan kheng hua. she's got her quirks and he understands and takes it - loves it. and she does the same, despite being in-his-face about it occasionally.
though.. she's probably the more flamboyant one in both cases. haha
hm. am i different from these women? i want to be more active with my life. more, more active.
so how did she do it? well, it doesn't matter. i think her most basic personality trait is to dare be herself and simply stay that way.
people who say "you changed" don't understand that people change - people are always changing, especially when growing up (ie: from age 2 to age 36 for women, age 2 to age 50 for men. and when they finally grow up, it's nearly time to die).
the bottom line is to continue to love and support that person... like how jon did (amongst other things) when heather was clinically depressed and refused to take medication due to the stigma. boy, i love that man!
you go, jon! they don't make men/geeks like you anymore!
blog winners
and these are it:
2008 Weblog Awards winners:
Best web application for weblogs: Blogger
Best Australian or New Zealand weblog: Reasons You Will Hate Me
Best Asian weblog: Freshly Squeezed
Best African weblog: Dotty Rhino
Best European weblog: Chocolate & Zucchini
Best Latin American weblog: The Wired Blog
Best Canadian weblog: Attack of the Redneck Mommy Monkey
Best American weblog: Dooce
Best photography of a weblog: I Can Has Cheezburger?
Best art or craft weblog: PostSecret
Best food weblog: The Pioneer Woman Cooks
Best fashion weblog: Go Fug Yourself
Best weblog about music: Said the Gramophone
Best gossip weblog: Dlisted
Best entertainment weblog: Television Without Pity
Best sports weblog: Fat Cyclist
Best weblog about politics: Crooks and Liars
Best computer or technology weblog: Lifehacker
Best topical weblog: I Can Has Cheezburger?
Best GLBT weblog: PerezHilton.com
Best teen weblog: Sarcastica
Most humorous weblog: Overheard in New York
Best writing of a weblog: Confessions of a Pioneer Woman
Best group weblog: Jezebel
Best community weblog: PostSecret
Best-designed weblog: Dooce
Best-kept secret weblog: So Very Alone
Best new weblog: Jezebel
Lifetime achievement: Heather B. Armstrong
Weblog of the year: Dooce
2008 Weblog Awards winners:
Best web application for weblogs: Blogger
Best Australian or New Zealand weblog: Reasons You Will Hate Me
Best Asian weblog: Freshly Squeezed
Best African weblog: Dotty Rhino
Best European weblog: Chocolate & Zucchini
Best Latin American weblog: The Wired Blog
Best Canadian weblog: Attack of the Redneck Mommy Monkey
Best American weblog: Dooce
Best photography of a weblog: I Can Has Cheezburger?
Best art or craft weblog: PostSecret
Best food weblog: The Pioneer Woman Cooks
Best fashion weblog: Go Fug Yourself
Best weblog about music: Said the Gramophone
Best gossip weblog: Dlisted
Best entertainment weblog: Television Without Pity
Best sports weblog: Fat Cyclist
Best weblog about politics: Crooks and Liars
Best computer or technology weblog: Lifehacker
Best topical weblog: I Can Has Cheezburger?
Best GLBT weblog: PerezHilton.com
Best teen weblog: Sarcastica
Most humorous weblog: Overheard in New York
Best writing of a weblog: Confessions of a Pioneer Woman
Best group weblog: Jezebel
Best community weblog: PostSecret
Best-designed weblog: Dooce
Best-kept secret weblog: So Very Alone
Best new weblog: Jezebel
Lifetime achievement: Heather B. Armstrong
Weblog of the year: Dooce
Friday, March 14, 2008
charmed life?
wow, hey.
looks like i'll be flying off on monday. anwar again, personal interview this time. i must bring my best attires then!
looks like i'll be flying off on monday. anwar again, personal interview this time. i must bring my best attires then!
thinking
hmm. i was wondering if i should take pictures of the places i've been to and the places i'll go to... and what about the people that i'll meet?
i wonder. hm.
i wonder. hm.
words
bedizen. citizen of bed. bed citizen.
but really.
bedizen \bih-DY-zuhn\, transitive verb:
To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.
as per
but really.
bedizen \bih-DY-zuhn\, transitive verb:
To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.
as per
At 18, he attended a party "frizzled, powdered and curled, in radiant pink satin, with waistcoat bedizened with gems of pink paste and a mosaic of colored foils and a hat blazing with 5,000 metallic beads," according to Michael Battersberry in "Fashion, The Mirror of History."
-- Donna Larcen, "Details Details: Everything Old Is New Again", St. Louis Post-Dispatch, May 19, 1994
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
visitor
we had a visitor in the office today, mr hanada, his name is. he came by to visit my boss, and before he left, he asked for a namecard.
i don't know if it's a japanese thing, if he was being polite - he said my name is very pretty and i'm pretty, too. i'm flattered, though... i do wonder: is that how the japanese are polite?
-chuckle- think so much for what? just be gracious and say "thank you".
mm, i think my boss was pretty proud of me today, for mr hanada's praise. it's a pride thing, ya? ^^'
i don't know if it's a japanese thing, if he was being polite - he said my name is very pretty and i'm pretty, too. i'm flattered, though... i do wonder: is that how the japanese are polite?
-chuckle- think so much for what? just be gracious and say "thank you".
mm, i think my boss was pretty proud of me today, for mr hanada's praise. it's a pride thing, ya? ^^'
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
lighter
wah, shiok.
i had a magnificent - time - at the loo. one of the luxuries in life. better than sex.
Monday, March 10, 2008
smells like fun
i practically ran out of my house when it was still drizzling, to hop on a bus, right, to get to holland vee, right, to buy myself some bottles of moisturiser because airport security think i can make a chemical bomb with moisturiser on the airplane.
i'd sooner hurl that bottle of moisturiser at someone than to have to mix it with whatever-they-serve-inplane and have the passenger seated beside me wonder why am i adding the chicken mayo sandwich to the moisturiser??
anyway.
so i was at watsons, right, looking for that olive-scented moisturiser (also by watsons) that i liked so much when i came up on the pantyliner section, right. then oh yeah: i needed pantyliners.
so i picked up a purple pack, right - and the pack of pantyliners smelt like lavenders. in spring.
i'd sooner hurl that bottle of moisturiser at someone than to have to mix it with whatever-they-serve-inplane and have the passenger seated beside me wonder why am i adding the chicken mayo sandwich to the moisturiser??
anyway.
so i was at watsons, right, looking for that olive-scented moisturiser (also by watsons) that i liked so much when i came up on the pantyliner section, right. then oh yeah: i needed pantyliners.
so i picked up a purple pack, right - and the pack of pantyliners smelt like lavenders. in spring.
meh
i'm tired just reading those words i typed (entry drafted).
loving someone shouldn't be this hard. fuck this.
loving someone shouldn't be this hard. fuck this.
malaysia
malaysia was fun. i wish i had a little more time, a stronger brolly with me to walk around under.
suffice to say, the weather was erratic. the place was fine. it'd been slightly dramatic, the way i like it and would've been absolutely perfect if i had been afforded more time to walk around after sunset with the rain beating suicidally down on us all... but nooooo
nabeh. only got TWO HOURS to eat look around try not to get mugged and totter back to hotel to make calls to political factions. -_-
but! i managed to find a nice cupcake cafe to have dinner at. it was nice, that one. they played elvis when it was storming outside. suitably irreverent in such weather.
everything about that evening was a little like ole mo-town detective story - dark, monologue-ishly mysterious -laugh- it was nice while it lasted.
suffice to say, the weather was erratic. the place was fine. it'd been slightly dramatic, the way i like it and would've been absolutely perfect if i had been afforded more time to walk around after sunset with the rain beating suicidally down on us all... but nooooo
nabeh. only got TWO HOURS to eat look around try not to get mugged and totter back to hotel to make calls to political factions. -_-
but! i managed to find a nice cupcake cafe to have dinner at. it was nice, that one. they played elvis when it was storming outside. suitably irreverent in such weather.
everything about that evening was a little like ole mo-town detective story - dark, monologue-ishly mysterious -laugh- it was nice while it lasted.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
articles that make my eyes tear
it is articles like these that make me want to smile.
i want a fairytale lovestory like tony leung and carina lau, too.
i want a fairytale lovestory like tony leung and carina lau, too.
from reuters
a1487reutrr i BC-HEALTH-MILK-ALLERGIC 03-03 0507
BC-HEALTH-MILK-ALLERGIC-KIDS
Severely milk-allergic kids can be desensitized
NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - Children who have a potentially life-threatening allergy to cow's milk can often "learn" to tolerate milk through a carefully orchestrated, supervised program in which they sample milk in progressively higher doses, research suggests.
After one year, more than one-third of cow's milk allergic children who completed the program had become completely tolerant to cow's milk and more than half could tolerate limited amounts of milk, the research team reports in the Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology.
"Desensitization, or 'specific oral tolerance induction,'can be achieved in a significant percentage of children with very severe allergic reactions," Dr. Egidio Barbi from 'Burlo Garofolo' University of Trieste told Reuters Health.
Current strategies for managing children with severe food allergy -- avoiding the food entirely and carrying epinephrine auto-injectors to quickly halt an allergic reaction -- are only partially effective and have a negative impact on quality of life for the entire family, Barbi and his colleagues point out.
For these reasons, the researchers investigated the safety and effectiveness of desensitizing children with a history of very severe allergic reactions when exposed to even minor amounts of cow's milk.
Their strategy consisted of two phases. During phase one, the children spent 10 days in the hospital where they were given drops of diluted milk in increasing doses and concentration each day. During phase two, the children followed a similar protocol at home. Parents received written instructions on how to gradually increase the milk dose and were taught how to spot and treat any allergic reactions.
Parents could also contact a doctor involved in the study at any time.
After one year, 11 of the 30 children who completed the protocol were able to tolerate cow's milk and dairy products without any restrictions.
Moreover, another 16 children who completed the desensitization program were able to tolerate limited amounts of cow's milk, resulting in a "striking improvement in quality of life," the investigators note.
The fact that most of the children could tolerate at least some cow's milk after the protocol "is important because the danger associated with accidental exposure to small amounts of cow's milk is significantly reduced," Barbi and colleagues write.
Three children who had persistent allergic symptoms were not able to complete the milk desensitization program.
"Desensitization carries a definite risk of reactions, especially in children with a severe history," Barbi emphasized. "For this reason, it should be restricted to highly defined medical settings."
Nearly all children who participated in the program had at least one allergic reaction, mainly skin or stomach problems, which occurred from a few minutes to 2 hours after ingesting milk and were typically managed effectively by the parents. In most cases parents chose to continue the desensitization program "in spite of frequent symptoms," the investigators note.
Barbi and colleagues say they are encouraged by their results but warn that "far more research is needed to confirm the safety of this approach."
SOURCE: Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology,
February 2008.
REUTERS
Reut 20:29 03-03-08
BC-HEALTH-MILK-ALLERGIC-KIDS
Severely milk-allergic kids can be desensitized
NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - Children who have a potentially life-threatening allergy to cow's milk can often "learn" to tolerate milk through a carefully orchestrated, supervised program in which they sample milk in progressively higher doses, research suggests.
After one year, more than one-third of cow's milk allergic children who completed the program had become completely tolerant to cow's milk and more than half could tolerate limited amounts of milk, the research team reports in the Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology.
"Desensitization, or 'specific oral tolerance induction,'can be achieved in a significant percentage of children with very severe allergic reactions," Dr. Egidio Barbi from 'Burlo Garofolo' University of Trieste told Reuters Health.
Current strategies for managing children with severe food allergy -- avoiding the food entirely and carrying epinephrine auto-injectors to quickly halt an allergic reaction -- are only partially effective and have a negative impact on quality of life for the entire family, Barbi and his colleagues point out.
For these reasons, the researchers investigated the safety and effectiveness of desensitizing children with a history of very severe allergic reactions when exposed to even minor amounts of cow's milk.
Their strategy consisted of two phases. During phase one, the children spent 10 days in the hospital where they were given drops of diluted milk in increasing doses and concentration each day. During phase two, the children followed a similar protocol at home. Parents received written instructions on how to gradually increase the milk dose and were taught how to spot and treat any allergic reactions.
Parents could also contact a doctor involved in the study at any time.
After one year, 11 of the 30 children who completed the protocol were able to tolerate cow's milk and dairy products without any restrictions.
Moreover, another 16 children who completed the desensitization program were able to tolerate limited amounts of cow's milk, resulting in a "striking improvement in quality of life," the investigators note.
The fact that most of the children could tolerate at least some cow's milk after the protocol "is important because the danger associated with accidental exposure to small amounts of cow's milk is significantly reduced," Barbi and colleagues write.
Three children who had persistent allergic symptoms were not able to complete the milk desensitization program.
"Desensitization carries a definite risk of reactions, especially in children with a severe history," Barbi emphasized. "For this reason, it should be restricted to highly defined medical settings."
Nearly all children who participated in the program had at least one allergic reaction, mainly skin or stomach problems, which occurred from a few minutes to 2 hours after ingesting milk and were typically managed effectively by the parents. In most cases parents chose to continue the desensitization program "in spite of frequent symptoms," the investigators note.
Barbi and colleagues say they are encouraged by their results but warn that "far more research is needed to confirm the safety of this approach."
SOURCE: Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology,
February 2008.
REUTERS
Reut 20:29 03-03-08
games and boys
i went out with mikey today, met two new ladies and a whole bunch of boys.
we had drinks, we went to dota, we had fun.
and it was a nice day.
we had drinks, we went to dota, we had fun.
and it was a nice day.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
sunday
sunday. wow, it's fast. i held on to saturday, i did! and when i woke sunday was halfway gone.
i'd called a friend when i woke, we had a chat. it was a nice thing i had done, to call. though... i probably shouldn't have.
wow, i had been having the sense that i lack direction again. i mean, what i do is very nice and all, but it hardly makes me think. i like the fact that i am up to date with everything going on around the world but... i have to say that unless i'm trading, it's probably not a really good place to be. hm. i wonder if ..i wonder if a certain friend's mother -
haha
it's a friend's mom, for crying out loud. why'd i be bothered about someone else's mom? i feel so tired suddenly. it's strange that i should be contemplating how to fall on a chopstick and have it pierce my heart. lol heart kebab!
i wonder what the surgeons would say.
surgeon one: "sheesh, young people these days! and chopsticks! ever heard of knives? tsk."
surgeon two: "yeah, stupid kid. kids these days think that hearts are easy to mend. ever tried to fix a skewered plastic bottle?! with chambers built in??"
anaesthetist: "you guys think you have it tough, but we who play support roles have to make sure the person's still sustained. chemicals, bah!" -curses-
(an argument ensues, ending with the anaesthetist thumping his mask on the floor)
hm. i wonder if that would then convince me that i do indeed have my heart with me, here, in my chest. it's been nowhere else but here. i can feel it beat, can't i?
i wonder if i'm spiraling out of control like britney spiralled out of control. i'm still pretty together, aren't i? the gloom i'd chucked into the rubbish bin, i'm going out and getting more air, i'm still working...
haha phone call. it will be good to focus on someone else for a while. i've got love to give, here. let me give it to someone who's willing to receive. : )
i think it's time for me to move out, too. move on out, move along. somewhere else, hey. :) babes, if you hear of places out for rent at a reasonable price, do let me know. it's time i moved on out.
i'd called a friend when i woke, we had a chat. it was a nice thing i had done, to call. though... i probably shouldn't have.
wow, i had been having the sense that i lack direction again. i mean, what i do is very nice and all, but it hardly makes me think. i like the fact that i am up to date with everything going on around the world but... i have to say that unless i'm trading, it's probably not a really good place to be. hm. i wonder if ..i wonder if a certain friend's mother -
haha
it's a friend's mom, for crying out loud. why'd i be bothered about someone else's mom? i feel so tired suddenly. it's strange that i should be contemplating how to fall on a chopstick and have it pierce my heart. lol heart kebab!
i wonder what the surgeons would say.
surgeon one: "sheesh, young people these days! and chopsticks! ever heard of knives? tsk."
surgeon two: "yeah, stupid kid. kids these days think that hearts are easy to mend. ever tried to fix a skewered plastic bottle?! with chambers built in??"
anaesthetist: "you guys think you have it tough, but we who play support roles have to make sure the person's still sustained. chemicals, bah!" -curses-
(an argument ensues, ending with the anaesthetist thumping his mask on the floor)
hm. i wonder if that would then convince me that i do indeed have my heart with me, here, in my chest. it's been nowhere else but here. i can feel it beat, can't i?
i wonder if i'm spiraling out of control like britney spiralled out of control. i'm still pretty together, aren't i? the gloom i'd chucked into the rubbish bin, i'm going out and getting more air, i'm still working...
haha phone call. it will be good to focus on someone else for a while. i've got love to give, here. let me give it to someone who's willing to receive. : )
i think it's time for me to move out, too. move on out, move along. somewhere else, hey. :) babes, if you hear of places out for rent at a reasonable price, do let me know. it's time i moved on out.
fight
i fought with a friend today. over some other friend's rudeness.
i was quite upset, suffice to say.
another friend advised me... that maybe i perceive everything as a slight towards me because of my childhood (she knows probably as much as the girls know) and thinking about it, there may be possibility that it might be true. the way i keep the office clean, the way i buy food for the office; the way i seem to be amassing friends to be family...
maybe that's why i am this picky when i choose my friends who i am very protective of. maybe that's also why i get hurt more easily than most.
..yeah, that might be why after i get hurt i realise that they're not family, but friends. then i realise that even family members fight sometimes, and that's the only idea i have towards friends, trying to keep them as family. a great deal of the time i flounder, because i don't quite know what to expect.
quite a bit of the time i watch, try to be happy with just being there and trying to fit in so i don't cause too many ripples or dead silences, so i can simply be in the same environment as my friends without disturbing them too much as i know i sometimes make people uncomfortable. heh.
it's a bit like keeping goldfish in a bowl, somewhat detached, but longing to be inside of the bowl with your beloved "fish" - and when you finally do immerse yourself in the same waters, you are a little bit antsy, a little bit careful, a little excited and at the same time delighted that these "fish" are the same "fish" you are; that you have actually known them practically all your life. so why does it feel like i am the kind of fish that gets out of the bowl and walks on twos sometimes?
how come so many people do not understand what i say?
tone? pitch? words? methinks i may have to type every thought i have into bite-sized little pieces and have every possible little quibble mapped out and nailed with precise words so very literal minds can read them and understand - on the surface - what those words are trying to translate into.
not you, probably. you probably understand what i'm trying to say, because you give extra thought, like thinking, "what happened," or "why does she say this," or something to the like.
then again, maybe you don't. haha
..fish. "fish". i'm one too, so why does it feel like i'm in a bowl - "bowl" - one so very different from yours? so vastly different.
i was quite upset, suffice to say.
another friend advised me... that maybe i perceive everything as a slight towards me because of my childhood (she knows probably as much as the girls know) and thinking about it, there may be possibility that it might be true. the way i keep the office clean, the way i buy food for the office; the way i seem to be amassing friends to be family...
maybe that's why i am this picky when i choose my friends who i am very protective of. maybe that's also why i get hurt more easily than most.
..yeah, that might be why after i get hurt i realise that they're not family, but friends. then i realise that even family members fight sometimes, and that's the only idea i have towards friends, trying to keep them as family. a great deal of the time i flounder, because i don't quite know what to expect.
quite a bit of the time i watch, try to be happy with just being there and trying to fit in so i don't cause too many ripples or dead silences, so i can simply be in the same environment as my friends without disturbing them too much as i know i sometimes make people uncomfortable. heh.
it's a bit like keeping goldfish in a bowl, somewhat detached, but longing to be inside of the bowl with your beloved "fish" - and when you finally do immerse yourself in the same waters, you are a little bit antsy, a little bit careful, a little excited and at the same time delighted that these "fish" are the same "fish" you are; that you have actually known them practically all your life. so why does it feel like i am the kind of fish that gets out of the bowl and walks on twos sometimes?
how come so many people do not understand what i say?
tone? pitch? words? methinks i may have to type every thought i have into bite-sized little pieces and have every possible little quibble mapped out and nailed with precise words so very literal minds can read them and understand - on the surface - what those words are trying to translate into.
not you, probably. you probably understand what i'm trying to say, because you give extra thought, like thinking, "what happened," or "why does she say this," or something to the like.
then again, maybe you don't. haha
..fish. "fish". i'm one too, so why does it feel like i'm in a bowl - "bowl" - one so very different from yours? so vastly different.
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