RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

I was supposed to post this up on Monday, when the story was still relevent but somehow it got delayed... You only turn a certain age once in your lifetime, and once that particular age has gone with the passing of the year, there is no way you can return to it. About a few weeks ago, my aunt had called us and shared the news that she was planning a surprise birthday party for her daughter (who is my cousin, and we'll refer to her as Dav) who would be hitting 21 this year. (I don't know what it is about this age that everyone seems to love it so much... is it the freedom that comes with it? (yeah right - insert bitter snigger in here) or is it that there's the possibility of everything being legal at this age? (Hahahaha!) Or is it some people's insane obsession towards keys? Ok, I've got to stop here) Anyway, on the 26th of January, that is exactly a week after her real birthday, the party was held, after many lies were told (mostly by some of her close frie...

Competition is tough, and things like quality time away from work are almost non-existent. In fact, you'd find people staring at their computers late into the night just to get that nasty report to sound nice so that no one throws a rotten egg at them the next day. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. Anyway, this story was shared by one of my colleagues the other day when we were waiting for a meeting to begin (somewhere in the late evening) In December 2006, this guy's son was born. Having worked till about 7 he rushes off to the hospital to see his wife and new baby. Excited and (most probably) distraught at the time, he had asked the nurse which tank his wife was in instead of which ward/bed. (We work in a paint manufacturing company, and our products are made in tanks, so whenever we are asked to investigate problems the first question asked is always 'which tank'?) And I may also add that the reason why I'm blogging about such a lame story (it was funn...

I was checking out Orhan's blog earlier today when I came across this meme he sort of started. And I quote directly from his blog the rules to this meme... "There are no fancy rules just the basic paste and comment approach. Take three posts from your blog or website that you feel has had the most influential impact amongst your visitors and comment about your overall reaction. I will know you have taken to this meme by leaving a comment on this post yourself." Now, my blog is somewhat on the lighter side, and I try my best to make it so, leaving the heavier stuff to the pros. Therefore, it was somewhat a challenge coming up with an idea of what could have had any influential impact on anybody at all. That and the fact that I don't really have that many readers to begin with, so who am I going to influence? Hehehe... Anyway, I've chosen 3 posts that may have had some sort of impact or another, and if it didn't change anyone's life, it's alright, ...

I'm beginning to think that I was somehow born a little too late because I seem to have missed out on plenty of good music (good old rock), and good movies as well. The popular songs on the radio nowadays annoy me, and I keep looking back to the days that have long gone to look for the 'good stuff'. Right now, I'm stalking Queen, and this particular song is a current favourite of mine... many years too late (but it's alright, I guess, as the saying goes about better being late than never!) So anyway, I've attached the video below... this one's sung and played by (Dr) Brian May.

This is my attempt (I'm guessing it's going to be pretty lame, so please bear with me) at explaining why drinking coffee and water as well as only having one bathroom does not benefit anyone at all. In the reality I've created for myself, things like coffee and water are basic necessities (what we learnt in elementary level science was food (water included), shelter and clothes were the basic necessities (what about oxygen??? I suppose our minds were not critical enough back then - and sarcasm was a totally adult thing) Anyway... taking in these items sometimes increase the need for bathroom visits (coffee being a diuretic drink, and increased water intake no thanks to the coffee and hot weather we're experiencing right now) and this is where the problem starts... See, I spend most of my waking hours in a place which only has one women's *bathroom as there are only about 9 of us who use it. And today, I was in a very uncomfortable situation as someone was hoggin...

If there was one thing I could wish for right now, I'd wish for 'them' to stop bothering me and allow me to sleep in peace. I really do (forget about wishing for world peace or loads of $$$, etc) As if the crazy bouts of sleeplessness (which I've referred to as insomnia in the past) is not enough! I'd like to assume that the sleeplessness that has been causing me misery has decided to take a break, thus allowing me to sleep like any normal human being. And true enough, I've been sleepy enough the last few days to actually fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow instead of staring aimlessly into the darkness wondering why I never got those glow in the dark stars pasted to the ceiling while allowing the few precious hours of the night to slip away into nothingness and having to overdose on coffee the next day just to keep things real. But I digress... The thing is, my much needed sleep has been intermittently disturbed by the craziest dreams ever, on...

This is a strange place we live in... first I got myself a guitar before 2007 ended, and now I already have a band - with a uber cool band name (if I may say so myself) and an equally intriguing title. I wish! Well, Queen Mimi (who happens to be the reigning Queen of Memes) tagged me with this meme, and it's all about bands. Seeing that my head is still full of clutter, I thought that this would be fun. (It was! Really...) Here's how it goes. You are about to have your own band's CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter. 1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first article title on the page is the name of your band. 2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album. 3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. 4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the re...

The Kyoto Road Trip started early in the morning. By this time, our Indonesian friends were on the way to the airport. Our friends from Thailand were with us until the train station where we parted ways. Those left were the Malaysians and the Singapo rean. We were requested to take the 7:52 am bus from the bus stop near the dorm, but thanks to the unofficial party the night before and a bad case of having the wrong time on the handphon e by one of our party (Japan is 1 hour ahead of us, so go figure) the 7:52 am bus had come and gone. Nevertheless, we got into another bus which brought us to the Hankyu train station. From there, everything was a blur, as we were practically running from one train stop to another, switching trains at unbelievable speeds, and racing through t he tourist destinations as if there was no tomorrow… which is partly true, because we were bound to be back in Malaysia on the next day. If we had participated as a group in the Amazing Race , we’d win hands down. ...

I’ve never been to an education fair in my life, ever… not even when I was supposed to initially decide what I wanted to do after secondary school. (The thing is, I highly doubt they had such things back then) I applied for my course at the university like how I’d pick a book at a bookstore. It was almost a stab in the dark. The only difference is, I believe I picked up better books than the course I decided to pick way back then. But that’s a different story! So my visit to the higher education fair on the 6th was something quite new in my experience. It was mostly filled with teenagers and their parents, looking for the right place to secure what everyone imagines to be a good future (or you could say that in a way, they’re helping any particular industry get a brand new slave in a few years time) I’ve been toying with the idea of continuing with my Masters for the past few years, but have always been uncertain about how to go about it. Even after all those years, (4 to be exact)...

Despite the fact that Tristran Thorn's journey was an amazingly long one, I couldn't say the same about my own journey, though. In fact, what took them weeks and months took me merely 2 and a half days, which I spent traipsing behind Tristan and Yvaine (aka the Star) as they made their way through Faerie. Just because life is unfair, and the taste of Malaysian movie goers is kind of skewed (not to forget that another fantasy/fairy tale movie came out around the same time), I missed the movie which carries the same name, and I did want to watch it because I heard some pretty good reviews about the movie. Alas! And since books do not really get outdated as quickly as movies do, I had no choice but to read it instead... (not that I'm complaining as I'm totally crazy about books) In a way, I'm glad that I read the book, because one of the reviewers mentioned that the ending differs in the movie, and I personally think that the ending in the book is simply delightful...