Monday, September 30, 2002

Not surprisingly, it's Monday and I'm lacking sleep. On a rather large scale. I'm sleepy, aye, and I couldn't sleep during lunch today cause our managers decided to forgo their return to Hong Kong and instead stayed on in Penang. So now, boy am I sleepy. I can feel my brain cells dropping dead from the lack of rest. I didn't know that was possible, but seeing that I just mumbled out a string of incomprehensible nonsense to my manager - nonsense which, I would like to point out, is getting increasingly incomprehensible - I think there might be a certain validity to that fact.

I just realized that I had three different vegetables for lunch and no meat whatsoever. The thought seems queerly revolting to me, especially now that I'm having a Belch-&-Burp marathon due to all that excess air in my stomach.

Sunday, September 29, 2002

I slept at 3.30am and was dragged out of bed at 8.20am this morning by my 'orrible little sister. She takes sadistic delight in getting me to fetch her to Add Maths tuition early on a Sunday morning. I swear that woman's heartless. And she's only 16.

Saturday, September 28, 2002

I am now in possession of a CD burner. The world shall fear me. For now I have the means to conquer it.

Well actually, when Hel, Von Darke ( William ), the Simoniac, Julian, Mich C and I went to KOMTAR's geodesic dome today for the computer fair organized by Canon, world domination sort of eluded me when the Simoniac pointed out that the only CD-Rs that they were selling ( Duraplus ) were bad CD-Rs. We ended up going to another shop in Prangin Mall to buy a stack of 100 CD-Rs. Perhaps this 'take over the world with a single CD burner' idea needs to be reviewed a little bit more.

Friday, September 27, 2002

Vote results:

The Question: What is a cucumber best used for?
Total number of votes: 10

Vote breakdown:
1. For food, duh. (3)
2. Removing those rings around your eyes. (3)
3. Cheap dildos. (1)
4. Cheap dildos, and THEN as food. (3)

Yes, the basic perception of a cucumber is food. Choppity chop, and it's ready to eat. Or just stuff it into your mouth and bite the tip off. That seems to work for three of those who voted. Personally, I only like cucumbers after they've been diced to itsy-bitsy bits. Another three voters are into the vanity scene, slicing cucumbers to place on their eyes. I don't know for sure if it works, but you can never tell, eh?

One enterprising voter takes to the other direction and believes that a cucumber is best used as a cheap dildo. I myself tend to agree with this - if you're careful, you can see middle-aged housewives looking wistfully at cucumbers in the supermarkets. It's interesting, really, to speculate about their sex lives at home.

The final three voters went for the cheap dildo THEN food option. Well, power to you, my friends. You truly know how to enjoy those little things in life.

And now, on to the next poll.
Day Five of training and I have the whole office to myself. My colleagues are out to celebrate the farewell of the guy who's rendered me lots of help ( what's there to celebrate? I'm depressed as hell ). The bosses are out to have lunch with our trainer. So here I am again. Alone. Watching the office. By choice. After a hearty meal of fried rice, a fried egg and about a quarter of a papaya.

And why didn't I join them for lunch? It's not that I want to stay in the office and jack off all over their keyboards ( though the thought did cross my mind ). I guess it's due partly to my anthropophobia and social phobia - too many disasters ( many thanks to those few people I call my friends ) have rendered me a social catatonic, and now I avoid people like the plague.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

Day Four of training and I can SO do without my CTO in the conference room with me. I mean, it's lunchtime! Go get a life already, man! Go out and eat something! But nooo, he has to get someone to buy food back to the office for him, eat on MY table - and that REALLY pisses me off, really - and then sit in the conference room. With me. So I end up not being able to sleep now. Therefore, grrr.

This morning, I ate three currypuffs. Of the RM1 variety which contains chicken and God knows what other strange meats inside. It was nice, but it was also too much. So much that I had to forgo my usual vegetable-laden rice and settle for a diminished plate of fried rice instead. Which is still a lot, and that is why I am so sleepy now. Mucho food + air-conditioned room = sleepiness.

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Wednesday, September 25, 2002

Day Three of training and I'm feeling so sleepy. I blame last night's excursion to One-Stop. My shopping list included a bottle of Panadol for the house, Bradygames' Warcraft 3 Strategy Guide, the Sims' Living Large expansion, Zoo Tycoon's Dino Digs expansion and a marble cheesecake for my sister. Once I got the Dino Digs expansion, it was straight home for some egg-hatching and dino havoc action that lasted until 12.45am. Of course, I'm quite fortunate as it is. Some of my colleagues stayed overnight in the office to finish up something, and now they're all red-eyed and zombie-ish. If this goes on long enough ( which won't happen, cause everything should be done by today ), I'll be working in the Office of the Living Dead soon. Gaaa...

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

Day Two of training and I've finally moved my PC into the conference room. There's something really ominous about sitting at the head of the conference table and typing away. Sure, it instills that sense of superiority, but any delusions of grandeur are quickly swept away by the presence of my CTO. The only reason why I got the head of the table is because I was the first to cart in my PC. Well yay, I get a nice view of the board without having to twist my neck at all. And maybe I won't come down with a headache like last night again.

I bought Zoo Tycoon last night. You manage a zoo in that game. I think I want to cut down on those games where you go around killing people. For the moment, at least. I had Icewind Dale 2 installed, but I got sick of it. So now I play family-oriented games like Zoo Tycoon. The only violence you'll ever get in the game is when you throw the leopard into the same cage as the more docile herbivores - the leopard will chase it, a cloud will appear. Two animals enter, one animal leaves.

Monday, September 23, 2002

Day One of training and I feel like roadkill already. And I've still got the afternoon session to go! Perhaps late nights do not work well with bladder-bursting training sessions. I think I slept while I was wide awake a few times - I'm pretty much in a terrible blur here. Personally, I would very much prefer to go off somewhere quiet and be left alone to code. I never liked these 'many people in one room trying to learn something technical' ideas. I'm not a people person after all.

Sunday, September 22, 2002

Lunch has been a rather dismal affair these past two days. Two... er, Trakinas chocolate biscuits with strawberry cream. Oh, they taste nice, but it's hardly enough. I mean, we're talking TWO ( not twenty ) biscuits. For lunch. Even after a rather hearty meal of roti canai along with the beef and teh tarik, these biscuits can't keep me going for the rest of the day until dinner. Which is why I was practically starving last night when Von Darke and I waited for the Simoniac to finish doing whatever he was doing to Julian ( Von Darke's neighbour ). Which is why I'll probably die when I stay back a bit later tonight. Yes, I'm in the office again as we gear up for the final round of debugging. I lack sleep, I'm hungry and all I want to do right now is go home and walk around the house listlessly until dinnertime decides to come around. And that stupid Hel from Hell had to taunt me about how her good friend is working today because she gets paid OT ( while I'm not ), right before she laughed her head off in ICQ. Yup, people just love to be mean. Nothing like putting someone down to bring your spirits up.

Saturday, September 21, 2002

A lovely rainy Saturday spent in the office. We're still facing Deadline: Sunday, an event of apocalyptic connotations. Personally, I don't think we're going to make it. But what the heck, I love tearing other people's codes apart. The fact that I actually have to come back to the office is a real bummer though. With Mich C back in Ipoh ( and quite asleep too ), Von Darke back in Penang ( decomposing quite nicely while out shopping for a new monitor ) and the Simoniac doing what all simoniacs do on Saturdays, I was thinking of taking some time off to read Ed Greenwood's second book of the Shadow of the Avatar trilogy - Cloak of Shadows. No such luck though.

Just before the rain this morning, after I dropped my little sister ( who's as old as Buffy was when she first went to Sunnydale ) off to school, I went to my favourite roti canai stall to have two roti canais, a nice soft chunk of beef and a glass of teh tarik. This and the bak kut teh I had with the Simoniac last night will probably end my life, but I'm counting on laxatives to keep my ass intact. Anyway, I was eating when my uncle came by. We ended up discussing about the sorry state of the job market today. After a rather lengthy discourse on my former company ( he was the company owner's driver for 3 months before he handed in his 24-hour notice ), I paid for breakfast and went back home for a nice shit while he went off to fetch his wife my aunty from the market. It was a normal Saturday breakfast. To think that aeons ago, I used to eat breakfast with them every Saturday morning. Rather poignant from a certain point of view, seeing how things have changed so much since then.

Friday, September 20, 2002

Vote results:

The Question: The Simoniac photographing Pauline while she's bathing is:
Total number of votes: 8

Vote breakdown:
1. A most horrendous crime! (0)
2. A stroke of voyeuristic genius. (1)
3. I don't care what it is, just post the pictures up already. (7)

Like me, most of us who voted are voyeurs. I won't say that the seven folks who voted for Pauline's bathing pics to be posted up are perverted. As Von Darke once said:

"Pauline is... Pauline's beautiful, Prosey. Perfection in this flawed world that we live in."

That's when he broke down crying and started asking God "Why, damn You, WHY?". But I digress. The point is, you can't label a person who wants to look at beautiful things perverted. A voyeur, perhaps, cause she was soaping her breasts or something else in the shower. But a pervert? I thinketh not.

Kudos to the person who voted that this was a stroke of voyeuristic genius. Indeed it was. I appreciate a person who recognizes a good plan when he/she/it sees one. For the rest of us connoisseurs of fine art though, SIGH. The Simoniac's hectic workdays are preventing him from going about this operation, although he can still find time to sip cheap port. Also, Von Darke is BACK ( supposedly ). So had the pictures been taken, posting them up would be tantamount to me and the Simoniac signing our death warrants. Perhaps some other time. When Von Darke runs away elsewhere for a permanent head damage or something.

Until then, true believers, we'll all just have to wait. Oh look, next poll's up.
I've got training next week! Actually, I'm not really looking forward to an entire week of being cooped up in an extremely cold and small room with a bunch of people. It's small enough for me to feel cramped, especially since we'll have computers all over the place, but it's big enough so that everyone has an equal opportunity to die of frostbite. And since everyone here has skin as thick as a rhino's hide, I think I'm going to get my ass frozen off.

So I downloaded a few Iron Maiden songs to listen. They're not too bad, as long as you don't turn the volume up too high. I wonder why my relatives ( uncles, aunties, cousins ) keep telling me that Iron Maiden is satanic. Oh wait, they're my relatives. They think the Spice Girls are THE DEVIL, and that roleplaying is how you get involved with the occult. Now that I walk around clad entirely in black ( everyday at work ), listen to Iron Maiden, view porn and generally detest people, I guess it won't be long before they brand me a Devil worshipper. Oh boy, are those Satanists going to be really insulted.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

Deadline Sunday. Not my deadline, but my colleagues still want me to test stuff out. And I'm actually quite happy to test stuff out. There's nothing like finding problems with software someone you know coded. I admit it's a little cruel, heh heh, but better I find them than our customer. The only thing I don't like is having to stay back late *grumble*. I was at work until midnight last night, after which I went home pretty much your average mindless zombie. Complete with 'Gaaa...'s and semi-purposeless shuffling.

Last night's dinner was at McDonald's, after a mooncake delivery to Mich C. The guy serving me had a big nose. A younger guy standing in the line next to me had a big nose too. And standing in line in the line next to the younger guy standing in the line next to me but on the other side of the line ( not my line, that is ) was a lady with a big nose.

Serving Guy
( big nose)
Serving Girl
( no big nose )
Serving Guy
( no big nose )

Customer|Guy with big nose|Customer
Customer|Customer|Lady with big nose

That's roughly how Big-Nosed Night at McD's looked like at the queue. Well the big-nosed serving guy knew the big-nosed guy in the queue, so at least it wasn't that Twilight Zone-ish.

Wednesday, September 18, 2002

The Story of Valdermain:

Valdermain was every man's best friend. He was kind-hearted, polite and always willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. One day, while Valdermain was walking down a road, a car hit him. The unfortunate man flew off the road and into a large drain, where he hit his head on the side and drowned in the flowing sewage. The end.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Yesterday afternoon, the fruit seller from whom I buy slices of papayas from daily returned after nearly two weeks of absence. He told me that the Rove Beetle got him, and then proceeded to point to the dark patches on his face and left armpit. I must admit, it looked pretty nasty, especially when he said that it felt like his skin was burnt. So begins my daily two slices again, something to keep those stools coming out of me relatively soft.

For dinner, my father and I tried out this vegetarian restaurant along Macalister Road. I didn't think that the chicken, fish, steak or fishball was any good, but the squid was INCREDIBLE. Neither of us could figure out if the pieces of squid we were eating were real or fake. In the end, we asked the lady whom we suspect to be the proprietor and she told us that it was made out of some sea plant. Most impressive, although I didn't really like the lady. She kept on giving us these sideways glances that were really sinister.

Later that night, my father made banana-papaya juice for me. It was incredibly thick, and full of natural sweetness. My father didn't even want to touch it though. At first glance, it did look a little bit like thick sludge. Whatever the case, it helped me shit very nicely this morning. One hell of a payload for the toiletbowl, I say.

Once again, I couldn't sleep well last night. Twist and turn, even though I was tired and sleepy. To prevent me from dying at work today, I've had lots of coffee, both in the morning and right after lunch. Good thing I have papayas and bananas aplenty to prevent me from shitting hot rocks again.

Monday, September 16, 2002

When I woke up this morning, I found my two pieces of custard invaded by an army of ants. The small red kind which has taken up residence in my house of late. I was, of course, not amused. Not amused at all. So I tied up the plastic bag a few times to make sure that they couldn't escape. And then I dumped it away. Now, I'm pretty sure that they'll get away after awhile - these ants are pretty slippery characters - so I'm still kicking myself for not letting loose with Shelltox. Semi-suffocation is not enough for denying me my custards and forcing me to resort to Julie's Cheese Biscuits.

Anyway, the weekend is over and I feel fat, as usual. All that rich food from last week has been converted to fat, and now I look like a guy with a big potbelly. Hideous, really. Tried to admire my naked self in the mirror this morning but tragically, the bulging stomach obscured much.

Sunday, September 15, 2002

Too much sleep = not good

I think I clocked a total of 9 hours of sleep, and now I feel weary, sleepy and the desire to crawl back into bed and hibernate for the rest of the day. The fact that it has been raining doesn't really help me stay awake either. But with that much of sleep after a week of 6 - 7 hours of sleep each night, I can't sleep anymore. All I'll probably achieve back on my pillow is a few minutes of tossing and turning before it's back to wandering around the house like a zombie. Gaaaaaaaa..

Saturday, September 14, 2002

My sister, the Simoniac and I watched Pulp Fiction tonight. The Simoniac left halfway to go find a chick with a potbelly ( what a weirdo ), but my sister and I watched the movie to the end. My sister watching it till it was over was sort of the surprise for me, although given her liking for Four Rooms, it shouldn't have been. She thought that Pulp Fiction was good - funny, even - and now we're waiting for Jackie Brown ( which I've watched before but didn't really like ). At the moment, she's watching From Hell ( voted Movie of the Year 2001 ). And I think she'll like it too. Although it does lack the profanities which Pulp Fiction has in abundance.

Friday, September 13, 2002

The Simoniac - A stolid individual with iron testicles. Tougher than an enraged elephant on steroids, hardier than Bruce Willis in 'Armageddon', a whole lot more real than that pussy Adam King.

Pauline - The Pearl of the Pearl of the Orient. Her Most Glorificus One, the Jewel of Saint Xavier's Institution's Upper 6 Science 1 1996/1997, once property of William Von Darke ( but she somehow slipped away... sigh ).

*gasps of disbelief all around*

Uh, that's the new poll by the way.
Vote results:

The Question: What are your thoughts on masturbation?
Total number of votes: 14

Vote breakdown:
1. 7 times a day, 7 days a week. (10)
2. Masturbation's for the desperate who can't get any sex. (1)
3. I'm above such a vulgar practice. (0)
4. Masturbation is THE DEVIL! (3)

This proves one thing which I have always been telling everyone - people do know how to pleasure themselves. I mean seriously, apart from that realist / smug lucky bastard who chose Choice No. 2 and the three religious fanatics down over at Choice No. 4 ( I hope you 3 folks don't watch the World Cup, cause football is THE DEVIL too ), we have quite the merry collection of self-lovers here. Which is a good thing. Not everyone gets to get laid all the time. Some of us less fortunate ones who are cursed with complex principles don't even get to have any sex until marriage. Some of us might not even get to have sex at all *ouch*. I know that life doesn't just revolve around sex... who am I kidding, life DOES revolve around sex. Otherwise, the whole world wouldn't be overpopulated today.

Anyhow, masturbation is GOOD. It's the premier sexual activity for the human who doesn't have another partner to turn the sheets sticky with. It's also the safest sex known to be practised throughout the whole world. If more people were open about masturbation, the world would be a better place. There will be less sexual repression, and we could maybe even lower the rate of unwanted births. This is due to the decreased horniness of everyone in general, thus reducing the tendency and necessity of them jumping on the nearest member of the opposite sex to hump away. It is, I must insist, not a waste of semen and lubricant fluids. Think of it as getting to know one's self better while at the same time contributing to keeping the world population down. And of course, probably an easy ( and cheap ) way of satisfying yourself sexually.

No, I'm not dissing humans. It's a celebration of sexuality :P. And the song below celebrates masturbation ( to the tune of 'Macarena' ).


( shamelessly ripped off the Internet )

Sitting in my house and I know that I'm alona,
Feeling kinda horny, got a gingle in my bona,
Go and grab a penthouse it's the one with Sharon Stona,
Hey Masturbata

I go a little faster and it's feeling kind of nicea,
Once is not enough so I have to do it twicea,
Wanna spank the monkey I can give you good advicea,
Hey Masturbata

I use some baby oil or a little vaselina,
Laying down a towel so I keep my carpet cleana,
Never shake my hand cos you don't know where it's beena,
Hey Masturbata

I do it in the car when I'm driving down the streeta,
One hand on the wheel and the other on my meata,
I can't get out the car cos I'm sticking to the seata,
Hey Masturbata

Since I was a kid I have been a mastubater,
Choke the chicken, hum the knob, squeeking the tomata,
I've looked at miss November, now I'm gonna decorata,
Hey Masturbata!


Okay, so I'm feeling a little nostalgic. All this talk of touching yourself has brought back memories of one Gregory North and this little song which he forwarded to a bunch of us so long ago, so I decided to stick it right in this post. It's all over the Internet anyway.

Thursday, September 12, 2002

I went out with Mich C today for lunch. It was a two hour lunch. That's why I'm still in the office now to make up for that extra hour. Well, I'm not going to be totally honest though. I plan to leave at 6.45pm, and state that I came back from lunch at 1.45pm. If I told the truth and wrote down 2pm, I would have to go home at 7pm. And I don't want to do that. I would just love to fudge the time until I came back at 1.30pm, but that's a little bit too much, and people will probably realize that I'm really bending time.

At the moment, I get to blog, maybe work on some parts of my area design for my MUD ( for ONE LAST NIGHT AT THE OPERA, BAYBEE ) and correspond with my managers, some of whom I would really like to throw off the top floor of a skyscraper. Some other managers amaze me though - they can talk on both their office and mobile phones at the same time. I know they talk a lot, but this is ridiculous. They should use a conference phone for that.

Star Wars TCG Picture of the Day: Run Luke, Run

Wednesday, September 11, 2002

A silly headache early in the morning put me down for the whole day. That, along with a very noisy fan belt in my car. The doctor verified that my blood pressure was normal - which is a good thing - but he did also say to take things slowly. My car was sent to the mechanic, where it remained for the better part of the day. Now, the bad part of a headache is that one cannot enjoy the day off. Couldn't concentrate on the television, couldn't concentrate on the computer... I ended up sleeping for the better part of the day. Now I'm wondering how I'm going to sleep tonight.

The Simoniac joined me, my sister and my mother for dinner at Shangri-La last night. Yes, that creep crept over and we ended up eating the so-called cheap buffet. Of course, to maintain his shapely body, the Simoniac didn't eat that much at all. He can be such a waste of money sometimes.

Today is, of course, the first anniversary of the September 11th tragedy. My prayers go out to those who lost their lives on that day, to those who lost their loved ones on that day, and to those who suffer from the repercussions of that day. Which, theoretically, would be the whole world. And to think that in August 2001, I was telling everybody to keep their chin up cause things could only get better. In a way, things were getting better until some smartass decided to level the WTC. Oh boy, have the world and I got a bone to pick with that Shithead No. 1.

Tuesday, September 10, 2002

Today a friend of mine brought up the issue of the asteroid which will be crashing into Earth in the year 2019. Not big enough for the End Of The World, but bad enough to destroy maybe a continent ( and wipe out some coastal locations too - bye bye beach resort holidaymakers ). Of course, this seems to be a false alarm in light of new data, but I did manage to get him thinking about life. Which is, actually, pretty simple.

1. Asteroid hitting Earth soon
2. All might die
3. Quick, go get laid

And thus, that is life for you. We will all die someday, so we should get laid some time or other. Why get laid? Cause although most of us like to masturbate a lot ( check out the current results of the poll ), getting laid is a much better alternative. Otherwise porn flicks will feature people pleasuring themselves instead of the usual humping and occasional animal abuse ( those poor dogs! ).

Monday, September 09, 2002

Last night's dinner involved a trip to McDonald's to continue my mother's collection of Mashimaros. There I was, munching on my Big Mac when it hit me - I'm different from everyone else walking around me. For some reason, I felt less than human and more of something else. It's like I was suddenly surrounded, not by men and women, but by sheep. It's not like I don't think like other people - heck, I'm as susceptible to all the usual stimuli ( porn, anyone? ). But that little incident - "Oh God, I don't think right at all" - was pretty unnerving. If my thinking gets pushed the right way, everyone is just fodder for the slaughterhouse. Someday, I might come to view masses of humans as large herds of cows or something. And God help the world if I should ever have the urge for steak.

This dehumanization process? It all begins with solitude. Beware solitude. It may be a good friend, but like all friends, there is always a price.

Sunday, September 08, 2002

The racket is horrible. Today is the first day of something in the Chinese calendar, and they're throwing one hell of a party downstairs. I hesitate to say that some freak with a microphone downstairs is singing badly, cause whatever she's hollering doesn't even qualify as singing. More like shrieking at the top of her voice. There's a big crowd of people watching her 'sing', and I wish that I have some form of rocket-propelled explosive with me. Lots of blood and guts all around, I guarantee you. The noise... it is driving me up the wall! The wall!

Saturday, September 07, 2002

Island Hospital, Penang. Man, I've got to nuke that place flat someday. I followed Mich C there today to get a second opinion from one of the doctors on something. Right at the entrance, a large truck carrying liquid oxygen nearly backed up into me. The idiot guiding it was just blowing his whistle, and the truck didn't stop until Mich C and I pumped on the horn for several long seconds.

After we got a parking lot, it was off to the reception. First the Indian lady told us to go to Room 3 and wait, but she didn't give us any other instructions. Heck, she didn't even take down our names or anything. So we went back to the reception, and another Chinese lady there told us that we needed to register and all. So we went to register, which was relatively painless, except that the lady got a name wrong.

And THEN began the LONG wait. We waited an hour and ten minutes before we got to see the doctor for a ten minute consultation. People appeared out of nowhere and somehow got to see the doctor first because according to the nurse, "they came earlier, went off and then came back again so we have to let them see the doctor first".

Well, HELLO? So I can go there, put my name down, go off somewhere for coffee, come back later and actually be given a place ahead of other people who have been waiting in line for an hour? Really.

Friday, September 06, 2002

And here's the tally for my first poll!

The Question: Do I need a web poll?
Total number of votes: 7

Vote breakdown:
1. Yes, you do. (2)
2. No, you don't. (0)
3. Go get a life already. (5)

Okay, now that it's been settled that I need a life ( a fact most depressing and true ) and that I do need a web poll after all ( a small minority, but votes are still votes all the same ), I've decided to keep the web poll around. At the moment though, I'm not too sure about the comments - they don't really work the way I want them to - so I've just decided to leave them there for posterity. We can always start off a new topic for each poll or something like that.

The next poll should be up by now - take a look and please do place your vote. Remember, your vote counts. In true democratic fashion, I will not know who voted for what. Well, that's mainly because I'm using the free version of the web poll, but I really do respect your privacy. Really. Unlike certain characters whom I know, I will not break into your room to take a look at the naughty stuff you keep in the bottom drawer when you're not at home.

Thursday, September 05, 2002

A long long day of stupid SQL which is about to end with Yet Another Episode Of Buffy And Angel. Which is good. I don't know what I'm going to when Buffy ends - tonight will be the first of the last four episodes as the series gears up to be yet another tearjerker of a season finale. Things doesn't seem that serious over at Angel though, although you can never really tell. But apparently, Roswell Season 2 ( the one showing over TV2 now ) will be screened after Buffy. Which is a good thing, cause I kinda miss Liz and gang myself.

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

Another wonderful sleepy day at the office. This time, the CTO is accompanied by the CEO. Both of them are dressed rather smartly and walking around. That's deterrent enough to actually do work. Apart from A Sleepless Lunch Hour Yet Again, I'm doing pretty fine. My ass has healed up pretty well as soon as I stopped my morning breakfasts of instant mee ( I eat custards now ), so toilet trips are peachy keen. I know, because I studied my stools in the toiletbowl just before lunch today and noticed sesame seeds from my Big Mac last night. If I can get away with McDonald's, I can pretty much get away with anything.

Bought the soundtrack of 'The Others' last night. It rained this morning, and listening to the score turned a chilly morning chillier. As I happened to be rather wide awake after getting caught in the rain, I felt like a frozen chilli - hot on the inside, cold on the outside. And of course, the atmospherically chilling soundtrack of an atmospherically chilling movie chilled me even more. My colleagues are to blame too - the air-conditioner was turned on high. I don't think they're even human. I think they're a bunch of penguins who illegally entered Malaysia masquerading as software developers. Illegal immigrants... pfaugh. They should all be bashed in the head with heavy rocks.

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

I am so sleepy. The CTO is in Penang ( as opposed to Hong Kong ), so it's bye bye afternoon nap. Not that I would really bother, but since I'm clocking eight hours of work daily due to a half hour lunchbreak, I had better not doze off during work. At least not until the guy who audits my timesheets go back to Hong Kong.

So now, after an Encounter with the Dustmites... aargh I'm so sleepy I can't think! Tuesdays can be a bitch sometimes. Memo to self: Cut down on Diablo 2 on weekday nights.

Monday, September 02, 2002

Dear readers,

We regret to inform you that our blogger Nicholas Prose has been eaten alive by dustmites. There's nothing left of him but a little puddle of blood and some half-eaten organs.

Nicholas Prose will be resurrected at midnight 3rd September 2002. He should be with us again tomorrow.

Any inconvenience caused is sincerely regretted.

The Editors

Sunday, September 01, 2002

Mich C's friends are in town, so she's at Ferringhi Beach Hotel with them now. I was supposed to go attend my nephew's birthday party, but my sister declined to go, so my father went alone while I stayed at home to babysit her. Which isn't too bad, cause I get to stress test my latest theory to get 3D games running on my PC again.