Saturday, November 30, 2002

The cold end-of-the-year weather is starting to affect me. Every morning, I wake up with this desert-dry throat which just screams for water. Sometimes, the extreme dryness even wakes me up in the middle of the night. And after really waking up, I start coughing out thick yellow slime in the toilet. It's nice to roll around in the mouth, but it looks positively disgusting when it's covering the floating excretion in the toiletbowl. But that's just a morning thing. Come the afternoon ( and the heat ), everything returns to normal again.

Friday, November 29, 2002

This week's poll:

Rock & Roll is THE DEVIL!
Total number of votes: 13

Vote breakdown:
1. Amen to that, brother! (1)
2. It's just music, man. (4)
3. But God gave rock & roll to you! (4)
4. This means Elvis ( the King ) is Satan, right? (4)

I'm sorry to disappoint you folks, but Elvis ( the King ) is NOT Satan. Elvis the Pelvis is just another gyrating bum who sold his soul to the Devil and got many many many women crazy over him. That lucky bastard. Or maybe he's an alien, if you believe MiB, but I'll go with the 'I sold my soul to the Devil' theory.

Thursday, November 28, 2002

Anomaly: My eyes start itching for awhile during the afternoon ( after lunch ). This has been happening for a few days now. It's more of a nuisance than anything else - I could do very well without having to fight the urge to scratch out my eyes every few seconds or so. Alas, the cause of the itching seems to be quite hard to put a finger on - perhaps a daily change in the end-of-the-year weather outside triggers off this *aargh scratchscratch* confounded itch. Bitching itch.

One of my colleagues who had an extra packet of nasi lemak donated it to me today. It was very nice of him. Now I feel very full, having consumed the usual lunch, the nasi lemak and an extra pineapple ( I felt a connection towards pineapples earlier ).

Wednesday, November 27, 2002

This 'cut down on food' thingy is getting to me. After my usual meals ( a bar of Uncle Toby's for breakfast, a packet of char bee hoon and three slices of papayas for lunch ), I started feeling hungry at 4.30pm. 4.30pm. The hunger pangs hit me and they haven't let go of me just yet. I suspect that only food can appease them. Food! I need food. I'm so hungry I've finished eating all my fingernails and am now toying with the idea of going to the toilet to start on my toenails ( they've grown quite long themselves ). Hungeeeerr...

Tuesday, November 26, 2002

Went to McDonald's last night, and just what the hell is the quarter-pounder with cheese all about? It's ridiculously overpriced, and it didn't even make me half full. Okay, so maybe the beef patty was a little bigger. But RM5.00 just for that? Geez, I'm going back to Le Big Mac ( which has shrunk so much it should be known as the Medium Mac instead ). This quarter pounder thingy just feels like an overglorified cheeseburger.

Most of McDonald's offerings of late have been pretty dismal ( McBubur, anyone? ), but this one is downright depressing. Maybe I had really high expectations of the quarter pounder with cheese. After all, it was featured in Pulp Fiction ( according to John Travolta, it's known as Royale With Cheese in Paris ).

See the state of the world these days? I swear that aliens all over the galaxy can tell that we're going to hell just from our version of McDonald's.

Monday, November 25, 2002

Monday at work, and I'm falling asleep. In fact, I nearly nodded off just now as I sat back in my chair. See the danger of an extended weekend? I fell back into that 'sleep at 6am mindset' ( thanks to Starcraft ) and now it's hard - SO HARD - to stay awake when the sun's up in the sky. But those toilet trips to wash the face and some music ( KISS and Apocalyptica ) is helping. The music helps a lot.

My colleagues ( the male ones ) were galloping sideways in the office earlier. They don't run here, but apparently a healthy gallop is the best way to get around fast. At least they don't do it on all fours. But if they do, that'll probably keep me awake.

So it's Monday. I'm sleepy. My stomach's bloated. Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped in this vicious cycle.

Sunday, November 24, 2002

I can't believe three days of no work passed by so quickly. I woke up early to get my haircut today, and because of that, I now lack sleep. Shouldn't have stayed up so late last night, but Brood War was pretty addictive. And so was Diablo 2. And massive downloads of books. And just standing near the room window taking in the fresh cool night air. God, I love the end of the year. The air is crisp and cool, even in the afternoon ( as long as you're 18 floors above the ground you won't burn like those down below ). Unfortunately, the coolness also lowers my metabolism rate, prompting me to sleep. And this is why I usually end up missing the end of the year festivities. I fall asleep.

Saturday, November 23, 2002

Mich C's back in Ipoh, so my family and I went off to the Roadhouse Grill for lunch today. After a very expensive lunch and a lot of peanuts, I think I can feel the gnawing advent of a sore throat. Huge amounts of water doesn't seem to be working. I took a double dose of Vitamin C and still my throat feels like it's ripping itself out. The agony. The pain. The lamentation of me having too much gastronomical fun during the weekend and having to suffer for the other five days of the week. Now it's almost 6pm. Sleep timeeeeeee!

Friday, November 22, 2002

It's a Friday, and I clean forgot to update my poll. Blame the holiday, I say. Holidays equate to sleep. At least I was sleeping, until my sister called me up for dinner. Anyway, thanks to Joie for reminding me, here's the poll for this week:

If there's a caterpillar crawling on my neck, I would:
Total number of votes: 13

Vote breakdown:
1. Flick it off. (4)
2. Keep it as a pet. (0)
3. Scream and run around. (3)
4. Take it off and torture it - slowly. (4)
5. Throw it to the ground and stomp on it a few times. (0)
6. Put it somewhere where it'll have a chance to live. (1)
7. Quietly place it on my nearest colleague. (1)
8. Eat it. (0)

Now, I agree with the flicking off part. Being a guy, screaming and running around is a big no-no for me, so I don't do that. If possible I would like to put it on a nice juicy leaf or something. If I were in the office, I would put it on some colleague ( pity the girls ). But I'll never torture it. Haven't the heart, see? But I'm willing to kill a few managers anyday. There are actually days when I feel that animal lives are worth more than certain human lives.
Holiday today! And I slept late last night, as I finished the original Starcraft without cheating. This is quite the achievement for me, you know. My idea of strategy games is infinite money and invulnerable units. But I did it! I finished Starcraft without cheating ( yeah, a bit late I know, but better late than never )! Rah Rah Rah!

And since it's a holiday, I'm going back to sleep. I'll wake up later to continue on Brood War.

Thursday, November 21, 2002

The rash of pimples which popped up after last weekend seems to be subsiding. Unfortunately, my face is forever marred by the scourge of those ultra-tiny volcanos. It's byebyebye to that 'smooth as a baby's behind' complexion *sob*. But let this be a lesson to us all. The combination of tomyam + nasi kandar + lots of hot fried food + lots of chilli sauce consumed during steamboat is not a bad combo. It's a VERY HORRIBLE combo. No one should endeavour to eat all that in the span of two days. And if you do, at least cut down on the chilli sauce during the steamboat.

You know, I haven't been attacked by so many pimples all at once before. At least three popped up on my forehead. One above the right cheek and another above the left cheek. An extremely painful one right under the nose. Two in a vertical row on the left side of my mouth. A few smaller ones popping up everywhere else on the face. I'm scarred, I tell you! SCARRED!

But *sigh*, that was wonderful chilli sauce... and if I could do it all again, I would do it all the same!

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

They say that this coming Friday is a holiday for Penang. That's what they say, at least. Me, I don't know. Pei Ling warned me earlier this year that this was a depressing year, with most of the holidays falling on Saturday. But this Friday? It's really a holiday, it seems. The lady boss asked our team lead yesterday after work, and he stated that it was a holiday. Today, the colleagues were celebrating the coming holiday in the afternoon. A bit too premature - the company could pull off an asshole move and recall us back to work - but I'm not about to go spoil their fun. Holidays this year are too few, and they should be cherished.

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

The problem with the toilets here in the Gurney Tower offices is the lack of ventilation. Inside the gent's room are two urinals, one sink, two stalls and something which looks suspiciously like a circular air vent or something. Needless to say, I don't think it's working. Both stalls were occupied this morning, and both occupants were smoking. When I went in to relieve myself, I thought I stepped into a sarin gas chamber. The management should have done something about the ventilation. This is an example of extremely bad toilet design. The air in the toilet is stagnant, stale and like today, if someone smokes inside, cancerous.

Very bad toilet air combo = Both stall occupants smoking + Shit ala Stinky + Some Major Farting Action

Monday, November 18, 2002

A Sobering Message To Drunk Drivers
Chasing Hope

And that is why drunk drivers should be made to suffer the pain they bring unto others.

Sunday, November 17, 2002

Mich C and I went to a charity fair at Mount Miriam today. My sister was on duty there as a prefect, and we had many tickets to spend. Parking there was terrible, but we were lucky enough to get a lot by the corner of the road not too far away from the hospital. The food there was nothing really special, although I'm kind of partial towards the fried pohpiah. Mich C wasn't too happy with her tomyam beehoon ( which was, admittedly, pretty bad ). After much walking around under the warm makeshift shelter ( it could have been uncomfortably warm, but there were clouds lurking around the place ), we finally decided to spend everything before we went home. That landed us with a few tins of oatmeal, some digestive biscuits and a little potted plant.

The afternoon saw me, Mich C and my little sister off to Island Plaza to buy some stuff. We initially wanted to go to Gurney Plaza, but Kelly Chen was there to host the opening of a karaoke called Red Box, and the whole place was packed. The car park was full, and enforcement officers were happily writing tickets for illegally-parked cars. So we went to Island Plaza where I got my Ghost Rider: Resurrected TPB. God, I miss Ghost Rider. No title I read these days come close to that one.

Saturday, November 16, 2002

Mich C and I had Thai food for lunch today. It was in a newly-opened Thai restaurant at Crystal Point. In fact, it just opened yesterday. It was so new there was no menu yet. I didn't really get the name of the restaurant ( too hungry ), but the napkin stated Nam Prik Restaurant. Anyway, the food there was good. We had grilled fish ( RM18 ), tomyam ( RM14 ), kai lan with prawns ( RM8 ) and Coke ( RM2 each ). The rice was RM1 per plate, but they gave free refills. All in all, very nice. I liked the tomyam especially, but the grilled fish, supposedly their specialty, wasn't really that nice.

We went to this nasi kandar shop on the other side of Kayu ( yet another nasi kandar store ) for dinner. The maggi goreng was too soggy, the beef curry was mediocre and the pasembur had best be forgotten.

My point is, spicy food for lunch and dinner. Tomorrow's toilet trip promises to be interesting.

Friday, November 15, 2002

I had a caterpillary morning. As I was driving to work, I realized that there was a caterpillar hanging down from my sunshade. Okay, I was cool with that. I flicked it out of the window like the impassive bastard I am. And then, after I reached my office, I realized that there was another caterpillar crawling on my neck. I should have realized that there was something amiss when I felt those silky threads on my face outside. Damn caterpillars, always hanging from trees! I should learn to walk on the other side of the road, where there're no trees.

This one on my neck I let it play on my headphones cord as I ate my breakfast. Then I used a toothpick to stuff it into a plastic bag before dumping it into the trashcan in the toilet. Being the impassive bastard I am, I should have flicked it out of the window instead. I bet a bird would have snatched it out of the air as it's falling 26 floors. Regrets, I've had a few...

And now, the poll:

Are you gay?
Total number of votes: 14

1. Yes. (0)
2. No. (3)
3. I don't know. (1)
4. I swing both ways, baybee. (4)
5. Are you gay? (6)
6. Why do you insist on persecuting homosexuals? (0)

So. We have heterosexuals here. One person who's confused about his / her sexuality. At least four bisexuals. And six people who have nothing better to wonder about. I'm straight, you sad, sad people. Now go torture your neighbour's dog or something. Creeps.

Thursday, November 14, 2002

Training finished yesterday. I think I screwed up a little, but my supervisor was nice enough to send me a note of thanks so I wouldn't resign right away. Well, I think the whole aim of the training is to educate everyone so that they can terminate my employment earlier. Those bastards. At any rate, I found this little site which might be of use to those of you who are bored at work ( or just want to do anything but work at work during work ):

Tiny Windows Games!

Check out Tiny Invaders.

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

The oddest thing today ( so far ) is not the speed at which a full day training was concluded in less than three hours. It's that little black thing which I keep seeing intermittently out of the corner of my eye. Not that it's bothering me, but if there's a little cockroach skittering around among the computers on the conference table, I would at least like to know about it. But a little cockroach would be rather unlikely, given the speed at which that little thingy is moving. Maybe some other kind of bug. Maybe it's something else. Probably I need more sleep. But I'm pretty sure I saw it.

Coincidentally, the first of two buns I ate for breakfast had a horrible buglike taste during the last couple of mouthfuls. The second bun washed down the taste, but I couldn't help wondering then if it would do anything to me. Just a thought. Now I'll have to go generate more stuff for the afternoon training session.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

The loss of the cafetaria below has forced me to seek out new ways to procure food during lunch. Yesterday's lunch was the fruity lunch - pineapple, guava, water chestnut and papaya. It was a little costly at RM3.50 and it did make me feel a little uncomfortable, but a nice cup of Milo helped a lot until dinner. Today's lunch was a packet of mee and koay teow at RM1.00. I bought it from a stall outside the post office ( near my house ) in the morning. My colleagues thought it was disgusting, but I'm okay with the fact that my lunch is cold and soggy with a few droplets of moisture here and there. As long as it doesn't kill me. A shame the fruitseller wasn't at his usual spot when I went down earlier - a few slices of papaya would be nice now.

Memo to self: Stay clear of the office's packets of teh tarik. I think they've expired.
Memo to anybody reading this: If I die tomorrow or end up with chronic diarrhea, you know those packets are way expired.

Monday, November 11, 2002

I couldn't sleep last night. No amount of twisting and turning could put me to sleep. At least not until nearly 6am, and even then, I was awake on and off due to the early morning sounds ( buses, motorcycles, alarm clocks, telephones, etc. ). I still don't know why sleep was beyond my reach - I had been up early on Sunday morning, and the work I was doing should have put me out.

So now I pay the price of a sleepless night. Zombielike, semi-drooling character in black trying to train a bunch of people. I feel terrible that no one understands what I'm trying to say. They really took the wrong guy for the job.

Sunday, November 10, 2002

And so ends the weekend. Wasted on training preparations. I'm feeling so down and weary. I think I'll go brood awhile before I sleep.

Saturday, November 09, 2002

Today I'm bound to my PC to prep myself for some training which I'm going to conduct the coming Monday to Wednesday. It's a really lousy job, one which is already turning this weekend into an excruciatingly mind-dulling exercise of extreme boredom. I think the whole affair's a waste of time - my colleagues should just go read that damn training manual and bother me when they need help. Personally, the best training is a hands-on practical. As in, they go about trying to do stuff and only bug me when they're irredeemably clueless. But noooo, they want me to go stand at the head of the table like some bloody popinjay pontificating on the merits of AFP. Well sod those bloody wankers, I just want to finish the original campaign of Starcraft ( for real this time ) and then wonder if I should go on to Brood War.

Since I didn't want to drive out for lunch ( and get caught in that heinous Saturday afternoon traffic jam ), I went down to buy some economy rice for lunch. And found out that it was closed. There was irritation, aye, along with a smattering of curses, but then I remembered about that mee goreng stall opposite the post office, so off I went to buy a packet. It was pretty windy there, and my hair was all over the place. I think it was noticeable, cause people kept on giving me strange glances. Sod them too. The mee goreng was a culinary delight, although it was pretty small. I guess the big packet had to be small at RM2.30, since it's still pretty cheap. But nice, it was very nice. Not as good as the one I used to eat in my old company though. Now that one was the numero uno of all mee gorengs. Especially when you added an extra egg, an extra cucuk udang, extra taukua, extra squid, etc.

On my way up to my house, I heard...

A Rumour in the Lift: Some guy jumped off the 18th floor of one of the flats in my area, possibly my flat. He jumped out of the back window, and damaged two ( or three ) motorcycles on the ground where his head split into two ( or three ) pieces. He was quite well to-do, and took medicine which costs over a hundred RM.

It's just horrible how people just want to jump off tall tall buildings. What an inbred bunch of wankers. Sleeping pills, now, that's the way to go. Or caught in the heart of a nuclear explosion. I think jumping off a building is dumb. It has neither the flair and style of an explosion, nor has it the peace and quiet of the eternal sleep.

Friday, November 08, 2002

In this week's poll, we have the Washing of the Socks issue:

How often would you wash the socks you wear to work?
Total number of votes: 11

Vote breakdown:
1. Everyday. (2)
2. Every two days. (4)
3. Once a week. (1)
4. Once a month. (0)
5. I don't wear socks to work. (2)
6. I never wash my socks. (2)

I used to wash my socks everyday back in school, but that caused them to wear out way too fast. Sigh. It's cleanliness versus lastability, and I'm afraid that the stinginess within me cries out for lastability. Saves money that way. But hey, at least I do wash my socks.

Bad news: The management of my office building decided to evict the food and drinks stalls below. Without notice. This morning everything was five by five. Come afternoon, Lily the coffee lady told me on the stairs while I was walking up to the eating area that today was the last day they would be there. It's terrible, I say. TERRIBLE. Without notice! That's so unfair! And worse, the economy rice stall, while ridiculously expensive sometimes, served good food. This is horrible. This means that I actually have to go out for lunch now. That'll waste time, fuel money and probably land me with temporary heat exhaustion if it's hot enough. Damn the management! Damn them all to hell!

Thursday, November 07, 2002

I find that the right amount of good food can go a long way towards keeping myself conscious during the long hours of the afternoon. Yes, my brains were dribbling out of my nose and my ears yesterday, but that was yesterday afternoon. I find now that though I'm seriously lacking sleep ( story of my life, really ), I'm quite wide awake. The reason? A rather expensive plate of economy rice packed with all the food groups in appropriate amounts. It was a full meal, complete with fish and meat and vegetables and egg and some other stuff which I can't remember ( some potatoes, maybe ). It was rather fattening. But it was also energizing. I'm energized. Until my mind lapses again and I return to the land of DayDream, that is.

Wednesday, November 06, 2002

Sleep lacking. Mind uncomprehending. Brains melting. Eyes closing. Body wilting. Mouth drooling.

Gaaa... gaaa...

( This meltdown was brought to you by Diablo 2. )

Tuesday, November 05, 2002

This morning was beautiful. The bright sun and the clear blue sky gave everything a sharp quality, and the air was crisp and cool. In fact, everything was so clear and sharp that I nearly turned blind when I opened the main door to leave for work. It's unfortunate that a severe lack of sleep gave me a skull-splitting migraine this morning - I would have loved the opportunity to go bask in the early morning sunshine just a little bit and enjoy the sun. As it is, there aren't many places in town where one can peacefully just stand around and not get distracted by the sounds of traffic. I have to admit that exhaust fumes were at a minimal this morning, as the air was still nice even when I was crossing the road at work. The temptation to burst into song was hard to resist.

One should always ask for the person one wishes to speak to when calling someone up. I just answered a colleague's phone because he went out for lunch, and the lady on the line went "Hello, leng chai". It was flattering, of course, but quite the embarrassment too. I don't take compliments well.

Monday, November 04, 2002

This week is going to be hell. I've been heeding the call of the Net this past weekend, sleeping at 5am+ every night. And since something or other kept waking me up early every morning, I'm now seriously lacking sleep. So tonight I aim to sleep earlier, and hope that I won't be too incapacitated tomorrow.

On a totally unrelated note, the smell of the sea is very strong in my house. I stepped into the toilet and smelled the sea. It's also pleasantly cool here. If not for the firecrackers going off every now and then, this could almost be a little house by the seashore.
Happy Deepavali everybody!
( PS: It's also Starcraft / Diablo season. )

Saturday, November 02, 2002

The Simoniac, Von Darke and I watched Red Dragon today. After having read the book and having watched Manhunter, I wasn't really moved by the movie. Silence of the Lambs was amazing when I first watched it in the cinema with me Dad. Hannibal was a disappointment due to the altered ending. Red Dragon? Maybe I'm a little jaded, but I felt that it wasn't all that groundbreaking. Anthony Hopkins was, as usual, wonderful as Hannibal. I initially disliked Edward Norton's depiction of Will Graham, although he did turn out to be likable towards the end. But Harvey Keitel as John Crawford? Not that I don't like Harvey Keitel, but I always preferred Scott Glenn's John Crawford. One thing I was happy with was Anthony Heald reprising his role as Dr. Chilton - he was absolutely delightful in Silence of the Lambs, and he's just as great in Red Dragon.

So should you watch Red Dragon? Yes, by all means, if only to see Hopkins turn out another spectacular performance as everybody's favourite cannibal. And if you're into that kind of thing, you might even get off on watching Ralph Fiennes naked.

Friday, November 01, 2002

This week, on Prosian Thoughts...

The Question: Do you believe in ghosts?
Total number of votes: 7

Vote breakdown:
1. I have not seen but yet believe. (1)
2. Bah, humbug! (1)
3. I see 'things', like dead people walking around. (4)
4. I am a ghost. (1)
5. I WANT to believe. (0)

Contrary to what I believe, people do see ghosts. Or at least think they always see dead people walking around. At least one person has blind faith in ghosts, one ( like me ) doesn't believe and good gracious, I even have a ghost voting. That's very nice, Casper, I truly appreciate you haunting the polls here.

Anyway, it's Starcraft season again. I burned a copy of my Starcraft CD so that I won't wear out the only copy I have, but my Brood War CD is so gone. I'm going to need to borrow it from someone for burning, or at least get it again from a CD shop.

It's also Diablo season too. Diablo 1, that is. I didn't realize that we could play Diablo 1 on for free. That's what I'm doing every night actually. It's a bit hard to decide sometimes though... Should I play Starcraft? Or Diablo? Or Starcraft? Or Diablo? I know I should be doing other things, but the obsession is terrible. I heard that just one of those games are addictive enough. Now I'm addicted to both games at the same time. As you can imagine, I seriously seriously lack serious sleep, and perhaps you will someday read about how I died from playing way too much computer games.