Sunday, June 30, 2002

Unsure of whether my fever has really gone away ( I think it's still an off and on thingy ), I decided to go check my email. And was greeted by lots and lots of stupid junkmail which I never signed up for. I mean, it'll be cool if people sent me junkmail I signed up for. Instead I get these really weird housing loans stuff and all. Now you see what happens when you put your email online for web spiders to crawl through and add to their database of innocent folks to spam? Damn commercial bastards deserve to be taken outside in the sun and shot in the head systematically.

Saturday, June 29, 2002

Fever brings dreams. Not the sweet running in meadows dreams, or even the nightmarish maniac with cleaver after you dreams. It's those disjointed dreams which are so convoluted they don't make sense, yet in a way they do. I probably shouldn't have watched The Usual Suspects yesterday. But I did ( along with The Others and Jay & Silent Bob Strikes Back ), and since I watched The Usual Suspects last, I ended up dreaming about me trying to unravel the mystery of Keyser Soze. It was confusing as hell, but thank God I didn't watch The Others last. I wouldn't have liked the idea of a feverish dream in an atmospherically creepy old house *shudder*.

Friday, June 28, 2002

Urgh... the agony of constipation + sore throat + free-flowing mucus from nose + fever. I didn't go to work today, and I'm beginning to feel that it's a good idea I did just that. Cause it's nice and warm in my house, and I feel like shit already. Had I gone to work, the cold chilly air-con would have taken me out, and I would probably be in trouble - deep medical trouble - right now. I also think spilling nose slime all over the keyboard at work isn't very nice, especially if everyone can see me doing just that. Anyways, my nose is going all watery again and I feel a terrible lethargy coming on. It's on to lunch, and then probably bed. The doctor gave me some squarish pills to put me out.

Thursday, June 27, 2002

It's another merry Thursday, and it does look like it might rain. A bunch of coffee makers had Thanksgiving Dinner last night, to a lot of cheering. While that was going on, I was eating claypot turtle and a RM100 fish. Now, RM100 fishes are not as expensive as I thought, as my sister was educating me on some really expensive fish called the Flowerhorn or something. I think it's nuts to spend so much money on fishes. That's why I didn't pay for dinner last night.

That, of course, has nothing to do with the dangers of organized religion as it is taken a step too far. It makes for some interesting reading, and I have a nasty suspicion that the spiritual gatherings my cousins attend every now and then could be another one of those brainwashing cult thingies, never mind that it's supposed to be a Catholic activity. Because what if their hostility towards me is actually not my fault, but theirs ( oh glo-ri-a something which is NOT my fault )? The term music ministry has a very dubious ring to it.

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Germany beats Korea in the World Cup semifinals. That must have pissed someone in management off, cause we had a meeting today informing us that we no longer have administrator privileges over our own computers at work. Shortly after the meeting, the tech guy went around demoting everybody to power users. No one's happy about it, most of all the Starcraft gang, I guess. It's this kind of tightfistedness which leads to employee disatisfaction.

I know I'm not happy. This means I can't go around installing applications which need administrator rights anymore. Unless I drag the tech guy over, which is pointless anyway because that will end up with me not being able to install the application anyway. This is a blow to justice, freedom, liberty, democracy and privacy! But, heh heh, apparently not to the ability to download stuff of dubious copyrighted nature eg. MP3s. Cause Kazaa Lite still installs like a baybee. Heh. Heh heh. Hehehe. Hehehehehe. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Tuesday, June 25, 2002

The Simoniac brought up TMNet's Streamyx package this morning. And the question popped up in my mind again: Do I really want broadband?

Like duh. I've been waiting for a faster line ever since I got my 14.4k. And now TMNet's dangling broadband in front of me. I mean, I'm not even sure if it's really broadband ( it probably is, but one can never be sure ). All I know is that it's fast. Much faster than my current 56k line. Supposedly 60 times faster ( on a good day ).

Is that a good thing? Very. Is that an expensive thing? Abominably. Can I afford it? Sure, if I start starving or something. Which is something I'm already doing. Thanks to my ass and my throat. But that's besides the point. I mean, with a fast line, I can do stuff. Lots of... er, stuff. Like play Unreal Tournament. Or Quake 3. Or Diablo 2. Or lots of MP3 downloading. I'll even open up my entire MP3 collection to the Kazaa community. Or maybe even download game trailers. Or save the rainforest. Help the poor and downtrodden. Bring joy to the sick. Inspire the weak. DOH! *slap*

( Back to the point) Do I really need broadband? I foresee a farewell of sorts to the cultured life of art and music once I really get online. With speed overwhelming, who knows where I might go? What I might download? Then again, knowing TMNet, the speed will probably be less than satisfying, so I'll just wait until the Simoniac gets broadband support in his area and then jump on the bandwagon. After all, it's still too early to see if TMNet can take the heat of broadband.

Monday, June 24, 2002

The body is healing, I think. The sore throat seems to abate during the day and only come back after a long period of dryness ( sleep ), while my ass is now painful instead of excruciatingly painful. My vegetable diet is killing me though. Instead of growing thinner, I'm getting bloated with fluids. Water, prune juice, orange juice, mango juice, even more water... it all makes for a lethal cocktail which spells physical exercise after full recovery. I need to sweat. Tremendously so. A sauna would probably do me good. But the heat might bring back the ass problem. Once again, a post-recovery exercise.

On the extreme downside, I'm running out of painkillers again. Not a good sign at all.

Sunday, June 23, 2002

It's been a rather depressing Sunday. Mich C went off to Pangkor, my ass still hurts ( albeit healing ), I developed a sore throat and I managed to bag myself a farking headache at the same time. Will wonders never cease?

On a totally unrelated note, I bought David Gemmell's Morningstar on Saturday night and finished this afternoon. That's the problem with Gemmell's books. I just can't seem to put them down. He's pretty much my favourite author nowadays. I have R. A. Salvatore's Servant of the Shard which I can't even get into, and Cunningham's Tangled Webs which I'm almost halfway through but just can't seem to finish. Now this is the reason why I've stopped reading Forgotten Realms books. It's fantasy, yes, but not exactly heroic. And when it tries to be heroic ala Death of the Dragon, it comes off as forced and tedious. Gemmell, on the hand, writes gritty heroic fantasy with likable characters. I open the book, I get hooked and I don't let it down until the end. Forgotten Realms books? They tend to lie around my house for awhile before I finish them. Well at least they'll look nice on my bookshelf someday.

Saturday, June 22, 2002

Memo to self: Dumbass, do not take cough medicine when you're having constipation.

I felt a sore throat coming on last night, so I took a spoonful of Wood's Peppermint Cure. And then I had to go to the toilet. And spent an hour and a half trying to dislodge three boulders the size of whole durian seeds out of my ass. You wanna know what pain is? That was pain. No, I have no idea how a woman giving birth feels like, but I probably have a good idea how it's like to get sodomized, so the next faggot who even comes near me is going to get his arms ripped off. Call it an hour and a half of pent-up aggression.

It was interesting how everything as all coagulated though. Three big boulders sunk down to the bottom. But when I threw water down into the toiletbowl to see them float up, they broke into pieces and what I should have shat out - pieces of digested vegetables and that blackish prune juice ( the juice of pain ) - exploded out of the pieces. The smell, on the other hand, was abominably toxic. I nearly died. Imagine the irony - killed by the stench of my own faeces. Geez.

Friday, June 21, 2002

Another week has gone by. Sometimes I feel like my life's like a dark episode of Buffy mixed with a little Angel ( which is almost always dark, especially the second season ). Full of ups and downs, mostly downs, with bad things happening all over the place. Well maybe I don't have monsters to kill, but people can sometimes be worse. Heck, it'll probably help a lot if I could go around killing people. But we don't go down that way, do we? Oh no, that'll be too easy, too swift, too painless. No, we have to fight the good fight and try to keep ourselves alive day after day for God knows what. So we do not what we want to do, but what we have to do. And in the end, it won't even amount to that. A compromise will be reached, and what I find myself doing isn't what I want to do or what I have to do or what people expect me to do but rather somewhere in between. As much as I like this twisted way things have a way of turning out, we do so know that in the end the cost will be very high.

Thursday, June 20, 2002

Nuns & Moses
( sung to the tune of "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns & Roses )

It's got an ache that it seems to me
Reminds me of painful miseries
Where everything
Was as bleak as the dark night sky
Now and then when I feel the urge
It takes me away to that place I purge
And if I strain too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet ass o' mine
Sweet pain of mine

It's a lump like a baby's butt
It's driving me insane
And everytime I try to fart
I feel a world of pain
These throes remind me
Of old agonies
When as a child I tripped
And fell and I broke my
Arms and knees
And lost half of my jaw

Sweet ass o' mine
Sweet pain of mine

How do I live
How do I live now
How do I live
Sweet ass o' mine

Note: This song is dedicated to my rectum and the little lump sticking out near it, which has been giving me a preview of hell everytime I go to the toilet. If you happen to own the copyright to this song, please don't sue. And yes, Weird Al Yankovic happens to be one of my favourite singers.

Wednesday, June 19, 2002

:: how jedi are you? ::

Fear me you do.
Back at work today, I realized that nobody missed me when I was gone yesterday. Well, that's okay. I don't miss anyone either. Maybe it's because nobody here likes me. Well, that's okay. I don't like anybody here either. But you know, that's all really incidental. Most people don't like most other people anyway, and I hate to be the exceptional case. Except for the fact that most other people in this case is my entire office, which I personally do not hold anything against, but for some queer reason they seem to shun me. Should be that fake condescending English accent and the cavalier 'mightier than thou' attitude.

Enough of my antisocial life at work. Personally, all I want to do now is to burst out into song and start driving home. Because it's now the afternoon hour. The hour of sleep. And sleep I feel coming over me. *Yawn*. Here's hoping Jewel's 'Standing Still' can save me from a dreary afternoon of unsleep. I just love that song, you know. Catchy tune. It's probably one of the few, if not the only, Jewel song which I really like.

Tuesday, June 18, 2002

In the end, I gave in to temptation and went back to the doctor to get the painkillers. He gave me better ones this time. One taken three times a day instead of two taken four times a day like last time. He also gave me an MC, so like all sick people, I went home, popped Dogma into the DVD player, finished it from the part I left off on Sunday and then proceeded to twist my brains out with David Lynch's Mulholland Drive. My mind is currently on hold now, but at least my ass, freed from the restriction of my jeans, gave less trouble the last time I visited the toiletbowl. God bless yellow pills, they turn hell into purgatory.

Now Mulholland Dr., on the other hand, is a good watch. It may be confusing as hell, but that's nothing a few more rewatches can't cure. I mean, Naomi Watts is hot, and you actually get nudity and two pretty girls getting it on with each other. Anyway my little sister has already branded me a pervert because she walked out of her room during the part when both the female leads happened to be topless ( oops ). Ya ya, trust little sisters and parents to have that uncanny ability to walk in just when somebody on TV is not wearing enough clothes to be modest.

I love Mulholland Drive. I really do. Even though my mind is still reeling from it. And I'll probably be trying to figure out what really happened in the movie for the next couple of days. Sure, there are tons of sites out there with so many different interpretations, but they're just that - interpretations. I want my own interpretation ( more or less ). Damnit I can still hear Crying in Spanish echoing in my head.

Monday, June 17, 2002

What I wanted: Grow thin
What God gave me: Bloody haemorrhoids
What I'm doing: Eat only fruits and vegetables, drink prune juice like water
What will happen to me: Grow thin

You see? God never gives you what you *want*. He, however, gives you what you *need* to achieve what you *want*. I bet I wouldn't be in so much agony right now if I never made that damnable diet blood pact with Bentong Chris the other day. Now I'm mostly in pain ( ran out of painkillers WOO-HOO!! GIMME THE PAIN!! I NEED THE PAIN!! ). And lunch and dinner is mostly a little bit of rice, vegetables and if I'm lucky some fruits ( papaya mostly ). Oh, not to mention lots and lots and lots of prune juice. Does anyone have any idea how prune juice tastes like? Horrible is the word. Abso- farking -lutely horri- farking -ble. Yet, drink it I do like water. Quaff it all right down, I say. Because I'm drinking prune juice. The juice of pain.

The bright side is, if I can keep up this diet, I will grow thin. I mean like, NO MEAT ( duh )? And the secret is not eating MORE vegetables, but eating the same amount of vegetables, and miss out on all the other good meaty food. That would be a miserable plate of rice indeed. Large plate, small portion of rice, a few leaves and branches here and there... and not too far away awaits the papaya. Yes, a veritable culinary nightmare.

Of course, that's not the bad news. The bad news is that I still go to hell each time I visit the toilet for my regular shitting sessions. And when I'm not screaming my head off in the toilet, I'm in purgatory, for that dull ache is there, a friendly constant reminder of what I'll face the next time I go to the toilet. It's a sad world, a painful one full of agony and sorrow and misery, and I'm so glad to be part of it.

Sunday, June 16, 2002

I really should cut down on the water consumption. I'm so bloated, anymore and I'll float. Well, maybe not float, but I'll getting to be really ROUND. That's not good. That's bad. I bet that I'll have trouble fitting into my jeans tomorrow. I shouldn't be complaining too much though, cause Ireland just got kicked out of the World Cup. Those guys must be feeling real bad, even though they might not be constipated. Congratulations to Spain, and we're all one step closer to the end. It was a good match though. Better than the 9 against 11 players match which was playing the other day.

Saturday, June 15, 2002

Okay, this 'pain in the butt' thingy' is getting way out of hand. Every trip to the toilet is a trip to hell. And every time I go out, I feel this urge to go home and shit again. And I can't exercise now cause the doctor said it would be bad. Lordy Lord, I start drinking ridiculous amounts of water and suddenly I'm not a water barrel, but I'm the farking Ayer Itam Dam walking around the streets of Georgetown. Might help if I could sweat, but the weather isn't exactly hot now. In fact, I sleep with the fan switched off these days because it gets kinda chilly around here.

Anyway, me and Mich C went to 1-Stop today to get some DVDs. There, we bumped into a couple of happy Mormons who tried to get us to give them our addresses so that they could come and talk to us. Oh, we got a card too, and their services are held on Sundays, 10am. Hey, if you want to read about them, you can try No, I'm not advertising them damnit. I don't really like the idea of people coming into my house telling me stuff about the end of the world. Depressing things like that I can find in the papers, thank you. I just thought y'all should know more about them before going off to burn down their churches.

Friday, June 14, 2002

Well it's been another fun week, and now the weekend looms just over the horizon. Usually I would be delighted at the prospect of not being in the office for two whole days, but now I'm just relieved that I can go die somewhere and hopefully let the little lump near my rectum shrink and go away. Apparently, no amount of laxatives, painkillers or vegetables can convince it to just disappear. Bah. Damnable, damnable. Anyway it's time to take my medication now. I will soon fall asleep.


Thursday, June 13, 2002

When the doctor said that the medicine won't make me sleepy, I think he wasn't aware of the fact that I haven't been having enough sleep the night before. Cause those damn pills nearly put me out permanently as I kept on dozing off at my desk. Yes, I should have taken the MC. Yes, it wasn't very wise to be at work when I kept on losing consciousness every fifteen minutes. Sigh. The end result was me going home to sleep from 8pm to 7am. And today when I woke up, I felt dizzy and still sleepy. Now, after lunch and even more pills, I'm starting to feel sleepy again. Maybe the doctor was just joking when he told me that it wouldn't put me to sleep.

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

So that little lump right at the edge of my rectum is killing me. I couldn't concentrate the whole morning, not with it pulsing away painfully. My train of thought went something like "... and here we have the next SQL statement to modify, wh- *pulse *pulse* OH GOD THE HORROR! THE HORROR!". So during lunch, I went off to the doctor back home to see if he would cut it off. He had a look at it, and then starting pressing the lump. Can you imagine the pain? I nearly killed the crazy bastard. Anyway, he then told me that there was little which could be done, and then prescribed me some painkillers. He did offer an MC though, but I declined because those idiots at the office thought that I went home to watch the World Cup ( which I don't watch anyway ).

So now I'm back in my private little anal hell. With a headache. Those painkillers had better work.

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

Yesterday's bout with dehydration has given me... constipation. Yes, the agony in the toilet begins anew. My ass is toast now during toilet trips. Thank God for laxatives, or this morning would have been hell. I know, because this painfully bulging lump near the anus ( coagulated blood, or so el doctoro would have me believe ) is a real pain in the ass when it comes to giving anal birth to logs of wholesome chocolatey goodness. The torture is somehow alleviated if you have semi-solid mudlike slime oozing out instead. This is a good thing at the moment.

Whatever the case, if I'm not careful, my toilet excursions could result in a lot of screaming and end with me staring teary-eyed up at the ceiling, trembling knuckles white from lack of blood, breath coming in short and shallow, uttering the immortal words again and again... "the horror... the horror..."

Monday, June 10, 2002

Urgh... shouldn't have drunk the water from the toilet's tap. I knew that trouble was imminent when I saw the many many bubbles in my bottle when I filled it up. Now I'm getting this weird squelchy feeling in my stomach. I don't know if it's real or psychological - all I know is - DRINK NOT THE TOILET WATER.

Well sometimes that advice can be hard to heed when you're seriously - OH SO SERIOUSLY - dehydrating. The water shortage must be affecting everybody too. When the new bottle arrive, I'm going to finish one all by myself. All 5 gallons of it.
Dehydration doth be the death of me. The office is out of water, and I'm dying here. I haven't been able to think straight since this morning when somebody finished off the last few precious drops of water by draining everything into his big bottle. Instead of my normal cup of Milo for lunch, I resorted to Coke. And that helped, but now I'm thirsty again and I really need water and God help me but the tap water in the toilet is so tempting but it tastes horrible and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke in the toilet just sickens me to the core...

Yup, this is bad shape day. And another one of my colleagues is blasting away contemporary songs on his speakers. How would he feel if I were to kill them all with my collection of Star Wars soundtracks?

Sunday, June 09, 2002

Hunger. Hunger. It's 1.18am in the morning and I'm hungry. That wouldn't be so bad if I'm not feeling so sleepy and tired. Saturday was spent with Mich C, as we ran around 1-Stop and found out that Novelhut is selling Star Wars booster packs at RM10. I asked the girl at the counter and she said that they will be bringing in the Sith Rising expansion. If Marcus is going to keep on bringing in Star Wars ( if Star Wars survives in Penang, that is ), then it's time to do business with him again. After that we went to Splashpage where I checked out the new Previews. I ordered the Monster Manual 2 and the Star Wars Dark Empire TPB ( ooh ). The Buffy RPG is available now, but I can't really bring myself to shell out USD40 for a beautiful hardcover book. Well, I probably *can*, and yes, I *want* to, but it's not the D20 system, and I think that I would better off adapting D20 Modern later for ALL modern games. Anyway, there would be a few Buffy books. All hardcover. All pricey. So... sigh. The Buffy RPG would be beautiful, man. Beautiful.

Friday, June 07, 2002

It just occured to me that this week has been positively shitty. In a stressful way. Lots of negativity in my life. I have people pissed at me, people dissing me, people ignoring me, people being shitty towards me... okay sure, that happens like all the time, but this week has been rather exceptional. I can't remember a more blood pressure-increasing week. I'm only aware of this because there's this tightness around my neck area like I'm getting strangled and I'm rather short of breath. Maybe those are the symptoms of some other kind of disease, but tonight I'll just write it off as the effects of a really - REALLY - stressful week.

A friendly note to those who want me dead out there. If you need me dead fast, make weeks like this happen to me more often. If I don't die from the merry complications of high blood pressure first, I'll snap and kill myself. Cause all I want to do now is scream until the tightness around my neck lessens. Probably won't work though. I think I'll wait until Babgafa gets back from whichever part of Thailand he's in now, and then pummel him senseless with a crucifix. That... probably won't work either. But hey, it could be fun. If I'm going to be roaming around Earth as a ghost, at least I'll be with good company.
I never realized how little five gallons of water was until I started sitting right next to the five gallon water container which the office uses for drinking. Close proximity to the water supply means that everytime I exhaust my water bottle, I can just swing around and refill it. And refill it I do. A lot. More than anyone else in this office. Back when I was seated far away, I didn't finish my water so fast, and only because I was too lazy to walk up to the large container to refill my bottle. But now it's just right next to me. It's my good friend now. Actually, it's my only friend in this office. There was the exploding server, but it's too far away now. Since no one else talks to me, and I'm seated too far away from anybody to talk to them anyway, I talk to the water container.

Me: Hello, Mr. Reverse Osmosis Drinking Water.
Container: *blup* *blup*

And people say I'm anti-social.

Thursday, June 06, 2002

It's really interesting, being permanently half-asleep while in the office. Based on my experience back in eBX, everyone's permanently half-asleep during work. Except if the company you're working in belongs to you. Or if you're somewhere at the top, earning lots of money. Otherwise, when you might not have your contract extended in a month's time ( and thus rendered effectively jobless ), you find it hard to stay conscious. Depressingly suicidal thoughts about "ending it all in a blaze of glory" fill your mind, and every tap on the keyboard becomes a struggle for dominance between mind and body. One would think that being so close to getting fired would keep me awake. Tragically, all it does for me is make me want to lie down somewhere and die.

You Are A Wraith
Take the World of Darkness Quiz
by David J Rust

Bring on oblivion. I tire of this life.

Wednesday, June 05, 2002

*I* am the harbinger of standardization and regulations.

Before I happened to eBX, they were a free people. Everyone did everything their own way. Coding standards existed, but no one followed them. Coffee and milk was free-flowing. Sex and free love reigned.

And then I came. And the milkflow stopped. And the standards were enforced. And I didn't get to see anybody having sex. And after I left, the shit hit the ceiling and everyone started getting retrenched and fired.

Next was iBridge. Before I happened to iBridge, they were a free people. Office tools were free-flowing. Photostat and printing services were virtually free. Starcraft reigned supreme, even during times it wasn't supposed to.

And then I came. And now we have to record every single thing we do for the management. The flow of office tools trickled now that every pen taken has to be recorded for posterity. If you ask me, management just needs a swift hard kick in the posterior. Starcraft, however, still reigns supreme occasionally.

Tuesday, June 04, 2002

I seem to be failing my Sleep checks a lot. I caught myself dozing off on my keyboard last night as I was waiting for the clothes to finish washing in the machine. Then after lunch just now, I fell asleep again on my chair until some telephone call woke me up. Yes, this is a sign that I need more sleep. Personally, I'm feeling a little tired myself. Bones seem to be rather stiff. *crick* *crack* Ouch, that was my spine.

Today the new admin lady joined the office. Her name's Jenny Cheong, but I doubt she's related to a certain Miss Pauline Cheong. There doesn't seem to be any similarities in their features. This will be the 3rd Jenny I know of - I also know Aunty Jenny my mother's friend and Jenny from TAR College ( Penang ). There's also Aunty Jennifer my aunty's friend, but I don't think she counts, because I've never heard anyone referring to her as Jenny before.

Monday, June 03, 2002

They changed my seating position in the office. Now I'm in the worst location possible - I'm right next to the water supply in the middle of the office where everyone can see what's on my monitor. I don't know how I'm ever going to get any work done. I can't do anything when I feel that someone's watching me. I have zero privacy now, and since I'm the rather new guy, that means a lot. That means that tolerance levels are lower for me. Everyone else can get away with reading World Cup news during working hours, but I'll probably get a lecture if I'm ever caught catching up on D20 news.

Essentially, I'm farked. Big time. They shouldn't have moved me here. They should have moved the server here. I miss my old place. I could see the window there. Now I'm facing a great big wall. It's so depressing. It's so dispiriting. It's so counterproductive. I think I can work better if I didn't have to be so farking guarded all the time. I can foresee myself spending more time looking over my shoulder rather than looking at my monitor. Whoever who designed the seating positions in this office should be shot in the head. A few times. That might help that idiot to think clearer next time.

This is so utterly miserable. If I don't land a job where the management is out to screw everyone else ( which is about any other management, come to think about it ), I get a job where my colleagues who don't talk to me can see everything I do. I wonder if I can petition for a move back next to the server. I mean, I like the server. Apart from being the only company I have in the office apart from my own PC, it also scares the shit out of me everytime it starts making "I'm gonna blooow up in your face, buh-dee!" special effects worthy of a Star Wars movie. Now where can you find a friend like that?

Sunday, June 02, 2002

Yup, sleeping at 6am and waking up early has its bad points. As I was trying to figure out how to describe an embalming chamber for my mud, I suddenly had a dizzy spell which sent me straight to bed for about half an hour. Not that it helped. My head's still woozy, and the whole body feels kind of soft and weak. Need... sleep...
I'm doing it. I'm killing myself with cheap coffee. Well, going at RM10.00 for about 15 - 20 satchets or so ( don't ask me, I DON'T KNOW! I CAN'T THINK! ) doesn't exactly make it cheap, but at least it tastes better than the usual run-of-the-mill local black coffee. This will be my third cup in a row. And probably more to come too. I'll finish the house's stock of coffee in these wee hours of the morning, and then fall sick later in the day. And then I'll blame the world in general for my headache, late night flights from KL to Penang and caffeine poisoning. Truth to tell, the heat from the coffee and my new Meet Joe Black OST is doing a pretty good job of keeping me awake. Maybe I really should swallow a couple of Panadols to slow that brain-bursting headache.

Oh look. My little sister is back. That little devil. I think I'll throw her into the washing machine for a spin. I don't know when her last bath was.

Saturday, June 01, 2002

It's been a long, fun-filled day. Mich C and I first went to Disc & Dat, where I got the Meet Joe Black OST ( thanks to Kev for the tip ). It was quite early then, so we hopped off to Fatty Loh in Pulau Tikus for lunch. Then it was off to Gurney Plaza for some shopping, and Mich C even had her facial done while I wandered around the shopping complex looking for stuff to buy. The Criterion DVD version of Chasing Amy was there, but some bloody foreigner took it before I could. A pox on his ass. After Mich C's facial was done, we went off to Splashpage to get my comics, and then back to my house where I tested out my new DVD ( Interview with the Vampire ) and CD before we went to New Day for dinner. I was having a bad headache by then, so we went back to her place, I tested out Duke Nukem: The Manhattan Project for awhile before finally leaving.

And now I'm at home, where I have this really bad headache and I can't sleep and I have to wait until my sister reaches back home from China at around 2am. O woe is me. O WOE IS ME.
I can't believe it's June already. One more month and I'll know if I'm going to get fired, hired permanently or get my contract extended for another three months or so. My bet's on the contract extension. I'm not really what they expected at all ( I am, after all, the guy in the office who doesn't talk to anybody ). Then again, it sometimes seem like every other person in the office wants to quit for some reason or another. These small companies really give me a headache sometimes.

I finally got down to watching Hannibal. For those who are not in the know, it's the sequel to Silence of the Lambs, that brilliant thriller starring Jodie Foster and Anthony Hopkins. Only Anthony Hopkins returns for this installment, along with Julianne Moore as Foster's replacement. First off, they butchered the book. Granted, the book wasn't as good as Silence of the Lambs or Red Dragon ( the first appearance of Hannibal Lecter in written fiction ), but at least the story had a rather dark feel to it. Hannibal the movie had style ( directed by Ridley Scott after all ), but they strayed way too far from the original plot and I ended up not liking the ending at all.

Don't get me wrong. As a movie by itself, I suppose it's okay. The settings had class ( Rome was beautiful ), Anthony Hopkins was as delightful as usual as Hannibal Lecter, Julianne Moore portrayed a rather good Clarice Starling ( but not quite Jodie Foster's Starling, sigh ), Gary Oldman kicked ass as usual... but the story! They totally threw Thomas Harris' incredibly unexpected ending out of the window and replaced it with a more politically correct one. Well they shouldn't, cause it kind of ruined everything if you've read the book. The altered ending was LAME, man LAME! And if this was the ending they had in mind, well damnit Jodie Foster should have acted in it.

As it is, Hannibal ended up having a flat ending for me. Damn them all for changing the ending.