RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

*This is a much delayed post Some of them at work refer to one of our colleagues as Wolverine (not because he looks like Hugh Jackman - otherwise you'd be having the ladies fainting every few seconds but because he seems to be having sideburns that look so much like Wolverine's) I took the opportunity of the long Labour Day weekend to watch the movie; X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Yes, in case you're looking at your calendars and scratching your heads, that was on 1st May. Now, admittedly, I'm not much of a movie person, having the kind of attention span that I do, but occasionally, I do catch a movie here and there and enjoy it. The movie started off easy enough, we were introduced to the beginning of the life of Wolverine before he became officially known as Wolverine. His childhood, his roles in the different wars through the ages alongside Victor Creed. Along the way, due to their indestructible nature, they're employed by the 'Government' for some secr...

Old man dies on hope, Eyes gauged out, strangled silly, All rejoice inside. A kick in the ass, With a football boot, no less, The footprint stays on. Edited version A kick in the ass, With a football boot, no less, The *studmarks stay on. Red blood on the floor, Mystery killer around, Smothered Gollum at the door. Too much rage and not enough time. I will be back. * An alternative suggestion

There should be a category in any award giving ceremony especially for procrastinators. That way, I can achieve a) Immediate (but somewhat reluctant) fame b) Some cool prizes c) Meet other famous people About a year ago, I had blogged about some wisdom tooth issues that have been plaguing me for as long as I can remember, but certain events led to making the task of getting it removed similar to the act of pushing a (very stubborn elephant) up the stairs. Allow me to explain... It would have began in July 2007. I had gone to a dentist to have my teeth checked, which is a usual thing to do. The only unusual thing about it is that I had neglected doing so since I was in my teens. Nevertheless, no problems were found, except that the dentist had informed me that my teeth was all compacted at the back! Now, she could have recommended an orthodontist for me to visit, but she didn't, instead she asked me to check with my HR to see which clinics were available. The lady at HR inst...

I'm not feeling creative enough to come up with a proper post of my own, so I'll leave you with something I got via e-mail. It made me laugh, and was begging to be shared. It's titled What if God has Facebook. Click to enlarge if you're not easily offended. PS: If you're religious, please note that this post is not meant to offend anyone or any religion for that matter.

Alarm bells should have sounded some warning this morning, preferably with those flashy red lights that make you believe that you were stuck in some *seedy disco from the past. I suppose I could say it all began with a certain degree of reluctance to wake up (on my part), I could hear my brain protesting... "we need to sleep" it said. I ignored the protests and trudged on with my morning routine despite yet another protest from my tummy, which had a strange sort of pain. I could have listened to Chiquita's radiator as well, when it said that there was a problem. Possibly minor... but no. I didn't listen. So that is how I, upon insisting on leaving the house anyway, ended up reaching the workplace late because there was a bloody accident halfway through the journey. There was no blood, though, but broken glass everywhere and ogling onlookers, and a terribly damaged car. It would have been alright if I was respectably late (for instance if I was 15 minutes late or ...

It was a slow and boring drive to work this morning, despite the fact that I'm not particularly susceptible to the ubiquitous existence of the Monday blues. Now, my daily commute involves a slightly long wait (3 to 4 minutes only, actually... but in the mornings that is a rather long wait) at a particular traffic light, thanks to the overwhelming number of cars that need to use that particular intersection to get to their respective destinations. The placement of a traffic police personnel there has improved conditions beyond belief the past few months, but still, the wait (sometimes short, and sometimes long) is always inevitable. This morning while I was *applying lotion on my hands while awaiting my turn to move, I came up with a list of things that I have possibly done throughout while **waiting for the lights to change colour 1. Look at cloud formations and create conversations for them 2. Watch people head bang (quite a rarity, though), or head bang myself! 3. Look into...

This is a scenario we don't often encounter that I just have to share it because the whole thing seemed to be very funny at that time. Despite having all windows closed, a wonderfully advanced ventilation system, and dust prevention methods using double doors (one remains closed while the other one opens) and the amazing contraption that is known as an air shower, two runaway crows (wingspan at least 12 inches/30 cm across) have managed to weasel their way in and and are now flying around the factory on the first floor area. A badminton net is fixed upon one corner to trap them, and three maintanence staff are assigned to catch those crows before anything terrible happens to either the crows or to the people who are working in that area. It looks like a hopeless situation, though... the crows are still flying and are going nowhere near the net, they're also avoiding the windows that were thrown open just for them (perhaps they are traumatised by their previous encounter wit...

Otherwise known as "Mommy's gonna kill me" It probably was an unwise thing to do to make a decision out of the blue like that. I couldn't sit still the whole of yesterday, maybe it was the breakfast I took, and it got worse as the day wore on towards the evening. I needed to run ( away from the workplace - not run as in run ) So run I did, and where else could I run to but the gym? Now, a design fault of the gym I go to is that it sits in a building that houses a shopping mall. A big one at that, and of all things I failed to realise is that they were having a member's day sale yesterday. I sort of knew something was up upon seeing the jam, but it only hit me much later that they had sent a text message mentioning the sale and providing a number to call for enquiries, but me being me, I had just read it, and put the phone back into my pocket. A peek into the mall showed unimaginable crowds pushing their way with trolleys and children in pyjamas tottering abo...

1. I had a pet goldfish once, called Blondie (after the band) It used to swim without a care in the world in one of those small bowls until it suddenly died one day. This upset me terribly that I buried it in our front yard. Answer: False. I never had a pet. 2. When I was much younger I used to spend all my time not doing anything else with a book. Even while walking. This has caused a couple of twisted ankle incidents due to encounters with drains. Answer: True. 3. When we were kids, my sister and I used to play 'civilisation' type games in our front yard (backyards were a no go zone due to it's tendency to attract snakes) with stones, sticks and self made flags. Answer: True 4. In August of last year, I had gone for a team building training in the jungle. However, I had twisted my ankle even before entering the jungle. Nevertheless, I was determined to complete the training, so armed with painkillers and a good bandage I entered the jungle, fed by adrenaline. Whe...

If someone asks you to state 10 facts about yourself, what would you say? Right at the top of my head are, I'm female, 29 (gasp!!) years old, with bad eyesight who likes to read a lot and suffers from self diagnosed insomnia which may be the result of my addiction to coffee. There's 6 facts right in that sentence itself. I could continue but I won't. I was tagged by Ricardo awhile ago for this particular meme where I'm supposed to state 10 things about myself, but lets face it... throughout the years, I've done lists of this sort, from the 6 weird things about me, and it's sister version of 9 weird things about me and most recently, 25 random facts about me. That 25 random facts took me 3 days to compile - of course not 3 whole days, but you get the picture. Is there anything else left to say? I don't know... For that reason, I've decided to modify the meme... I'm going to list 10 items, but only 5 of them are true and another 5 are either ex...

First there was a croak. Unlike a frog's of course, because it came from her. She took her blanket, covered her head and went back to sleep. In her head, she thought. I'm not going to work. Not on Sunday ... she will wake up extra early to sneak in an hour's worth of work on Monday! Sunday: Mother's Day. It started well enough, only to have an adequate amount of crazy thrown in by the afternoon. And not the nice kind of crazy, but the cruel, wicked kind. My sister and I had gone to get our 'new' broadband connection (yes, my internet problems have not been fully solved since September last year!!), only to be told to come back at 5pm because they had run out of stock for the modems. I wanted to forgo the whole thing but my sister insisted that we come back later that evening! The thing is we were supposed to go in one big jim bang for some Mother's Day dinner (which was supposed to actually be Mother's Day lunch at first but thanks to people who do...

Empty screen staring, I pause to yell come back here Muse has gone missing

It was an ordinary Sunday. Almost lazy- ish , the temperature reaching oven-like proportions and well... just an ordinary Sunday. We had just walked out of the gym, my sister and I, and were looking for a place to get shoes, talking about nothing in particular as usual. She needed a new pair seeing that her old one had long passed it's expiry date. As we were walking, I passed by someone from work, and since everyone knows everyone, we acknowledged each others existence with a nod, smile and the usual greeting of "oh, hi!". Hardly a few steps were taken before my sister blurted out somewhat excitedly Sister: Who's that? Me: Someone I work with Sister: Did you see how hot he is? Me: What? Sister: I spotted him from afar and was going to point him out to you and suddenly you're smiling at him. He looks like Sawyer (from LOST) ... the hair, the dressing, the swagger. At that moment, there was nothing I could do but laugh... funny how I never noticed it b...