I was reading a book on Google, and it's historically unconventional IPO, when i came across this paragraph:
In fact, the Greeks believed that your fate is already sealed - you can no more tempt it than calculate the final digit of pi. In engineering terms, fate is a mathematical proof. Your free will to chose this day or that day for your IPO will, in the end, have nothing to do with your ultimate fate. This whole notion of tempting fate is bagatelle created by men terrified of math: the result, in the end, is simply the result. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!!
HAHA!! I'll say it again!!
"Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!!"
In admittedly the geekiest thing to say out loud: I love the pun!! HAHA
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Oversteer
I was driving down from Kg Subang to Klang using my brother's spanking awesome Proton Gen-2, known for it's awesome handling at corners. I was driving on one of the back roads to Klang, and was driving at 130km/h on a part that of the road that was straight. I arrived at a junction where I was supposed to turn left into, the junction that leads to Meru.
Downshifting from 5th to 4th, then to 3rd, I slowed the car down a bit (should've downshifted straight to 3rd) then took the corner. remembering that it's a bad idea to step on the brakes in a corner, i let my foot off the brakes and, as my close friend had taught me, put it lightly on the accelerator pedal.
the car oversteered, it's back throwing way further than the 90 degree turn it's supposed to take. I actually had to steer to the right to get it straightened on the road.
My first real oversteer. stupid small school drift as you may call it.
Before i only had minor oversteers, ones that make your tires squeal, but not enough to throw the car off. this time was awesome. pushing the limits is always awesome. I love my bro's car. Awesome...
Apai, sorry la wey, i enjoy it too much la...
Downshifting from 5th to 4th, then to 3rd, I slowed the car down a bit (should've downshifted straight to 3rd) then took the corner. remembering that it's a bad idea to step on the brakes in a corner, i let my foot off the brakes and, as my close friend had taught me, put it lightly on the accelerator pedal.
the car oversteered, it's back throwing way further than the 90 degree turn it's supposed to take. I actually had to steer to the right to get it straightened on the road.
My first real oversteer. stupid small school drift as you may call it.
Before i only had minor oversteers, ones that make your tires squeal, but not enough to throw the car off. this time was awesome. pushing the limits is always awesome. I love my bro's car. Awesome...
Apai, sorry la wey, i enjoy it too much la...
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Sleep: the rare commodity
Just woke up ~yawn~ went to bed at 3 last night. watched some Animes on Animax, then pretty much let the TV watch me for the rest of the night...
and so this has been for the past week or so. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night - or should i say the morning - because of some shit... maybe it's my mobile telling me to wake up for prayers or smth - Shut the thing up, then plop on back on my bed to continue sleeping.
Then, by 7:30ish, lights come pouring in from the windows, and i'll be damned if there wasn't a meeting or something going on at work. so up i get, curse a bit, drag my sorry big ass (yes its gotten big these days) to the toilet, poop while sleeping on the toilet seat, forget to brush my teeth, shower, then get dressed - while sleeping. THEN I'd brush my teeth (you didn't think I wouldn't would ya? hell, my mouth tastes like shit) then jump back on bed - just coz i miss it, and want it soooooo much.
It's not like i went out partying last night. yeah... when you work with a customer half-way around the world, you can't help but lose sleep.
Like I said, If only i can get rich out of weaving damn ketupats over here!!
and so this has been for the past week or so. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night - or should i say the morning - because of some shit... maybe it's my mobile telling me to wake up for prayers or smth - Shut the thing up, then plop on back on my bed to continue sleeping.
Then, by 7:30ish, lights come pouring in from the windows, and i'll be damned if there wasn't a meeting or something going on at work. so up i get, curse a bit, drag my sorry big ass (yes its gotten big these days) to the toilet, poop while sleeping on the toilet seat, forget to brush my teeth, shower, then get dressed - while sleeping. THEN I'd brush my teeth (you didn't think I wouldn't would ya? hell, my mouth tastes like shit) then jump back on bed - just coz i miss it, and want it soooooo much.
It's not like i went out partying last night. yeah... when you work with a customer half-way around the world, you can't help but lose sleep.
Like I said, If only i can get rich out of weaving damn ketupats over here!!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Can you imagine that?
(Mouth agape staring at the PC, eyes blinking only when dry - damm AC)
A few posts ago I was talking about the UNREAL LIFE.. well would you know it... some smart asses went ahead and made one already!!! check it out:
www.secondlife.com
and the most IRONIC thing about it is ~drumroll~ you can actually make freaking real money off it!!! talk about 'mulut masin'...
hmmm... i can imagine doing a lot of other things in it that don't involve money... hehehe (evil grin... aisey, left my torchlight in the car!!! damm!!!)
A few posts ago I was talking about the UNREAL LIFE.. well would you know it... some smart asses went ahead and made one already!!! check it out:
www.secondlife.com
and the most IRONIC thing about it is ~drumroll~ you can actually make freaking real money off it!!! talk about 'mulut masin'...
hmmm... i can imagine doing a lot of other things in it that don't involve money... hehehe (evil grin... aisey, left my torchlight in the car!!! damm!!!)
KETUPAT?!!!
A few months ago I was walking down Hollywood Boulevard and guess what I saw? a man making ketupat for people to buy!! shit man, i could do rendang next to him and make some serious greenbacks.Imagine that... all the chaos of showbiz and this guy's weaving ketupat... i'll bet the dude learnt from an Ahmad or a Jackpot (aka Jaafar). hmm... then again, maybe a Sheila... yeah, sounds 'bout right...
maybe i should try selling kain pelikat down sunset boulevard... think it'll make me a millionaire? desperately need to make money... if only i could make money out of damn ketupats over here!!!
Follow my flow will ya?
I'll bet it'll drive you nuts.
as you continue to read my lame ass laments, you 'll find my posts varying according to my ambient temperature... when i'm hot, i lash out, when i'm not, i lament lame boring stuff like perception... when i'm happy (i'm working on it!!! dammit!!), well, we'll see...
so don't fall behind soldier!!! keep up the pace!!
as you continue to read my lame ass laments, you 'll find my posts varying according to my ambient temperature... when i'm hot, i lash out, when i'm not, i lament lame boring stuff like perception... when i'm happy (i'm working on it!!! dammit!!), well, we'll see...
so don't fall behind soldier!!! keep up the pace!!
Perception: Weapon of Mass Deception
Aaaaa.... perception. The weapon you use to sell your products, to convince your dad to give you the keys to his BMW, to move nations into supporting your conquest for oil, and to influence even single persons - especially those holding positions of great importance to you.
For most of us, we barely even notice this weapon being used on us... after all, with our busy life and all, who would? a good friend of ours bad-mouthing our other colleague (or worse, subordinate), a father telling their child how bad the people outside can be, a president of a country telling us there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Sometimes we barely notice the subtle underlying motive behind their oft-most sincere talk. It seems, as it is usually perceived, to be a heart to heart talk... sincere heads-up, sincere warning, sincere information.
In the case of the father protecting his child, i guess this is putting it to good use. But when there is enmity between colleagues, when there is greed, then the use of this weapon is very dangerous - and effective - indeed. like the shotgun: you can use it to kill ducks for dinner, and you can use it to blow a man to pieces. how you use it, well that's entirely your choice.
Perception. Can split asunder couples, families, a whole race, an entire nation.
Look around you. Think. maybe you'll find yourself being deceived. Maybe by your country's leadership. maybe by your friends. maybe by your family. and maybe, in fact most probably, by yourself - believing the things you know aren't true in life.
An antidote, i can propose: relax, and listen to the two sides of the story before jumping to conclusions. there are always two sides to a story. never one. always two. or more. and we are never matured enough to make decisions or opinions of people or situations. try to keep that in mind will you all?
For most of us, we barely even notice this weapon being used on us... after all, with our busy life and all, who would? a good friend of ours bad-mouthing our other colleague (or worse, subordinate), a father telling their child how bad the people outside can be, a president of a country telling us there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Sometimes we barely notice the subtle underlying motive behind their oft-most sincere talk. It seems, as it is usually perceived, to be a heart to heart talk... sincere heads-up, sincere warning, sincere information.
In the case of the father protecting his child, i guess this is putting it to good use. But when there is enmity between colleagues, when there is greed, then the use of this weapon is very dangerous - and effective - indeed. like the shotgun: you can use it to kill ducks for dinner, and you can use it to blow a man to pieces. how you use it, well that's entirely your choice.
Perception. Can split asunder couples, families, a whole race, an entire nation.
Look around you. Think. maybe you'll find yourself being deceived. Maybe by your country's leadership. maybe by your friends. maybe by your family. and maybe, in fact most probably, by yourself - believing the things you know aren't true in life.
An antidote, i can propose: relax, and listen to the two sides of the story before jumping to conclusions. there are always two sides to a story. never one. always two. or more. and we are never matured enough to make decisions or opinions of people or situations. try to keep that in mind will you all?
Monday, January 15, 2007
The Anatomy of Sorrow
Trying to analyze the anatomy of sorrow isn't an easy task. It's complicated - it really IS - in fact, you hear people down on their luck saying this often...
Sometimes, when life seems filled with it (sorrow, I mean), and the light at the end of the tunnel seems so dim and far away, you find that you just can't figure out why you're sad - or sorrowful, i guess.
Then suddenly life comes back to you, and you suddenly seem to see the world in brighter colors, and children's laughter can pass right through your once ice cold and bitter hearts, warming it up with a kind of warmth you thought you never felt before. And all this for no apparent reason. Your mind - and body - suddenly decides that the problems you had just don't matter anymore, and you move on.
So when someone tells me (heck, i told myself this before...) they're matured enough to be able to analyze how people feel, to understand their sorrow, their suffering... geez... gimme a break... no kit kats this time. When it boils down to this, you can't analyze shit...
God works in mysterious ways. That's what the Englishmen would say.
God knows what's best for us. That's what my countrymen would say.
If that is true, then losing someone you love, not being able to be around for people you love most when they need it most, not being able to live life the way you want it, seeing your child, spouse, parents die right in front of you, go thru hardship after hardship, trial after trial, must serve a purpose. There must be a reason for all the shit that's happening to people, and all the non-shit that's happening to others.
so for all the sorrow we are facing in life, be patient and strong, happiness will follow - I'm betting all my chips on it.
After all, for my fellow muslims bro's and sisters, a short chapter from the Quran, MY God's words, should sum it all up pretty nicely:
Have we not expanded you your breast? And removed from you your burden? The which did gall your back? And raised high the esteem you are held? Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief. And verily, with every difficulty there is relief. Therefore, when you are free, still labour hard. And to your Lord turn your attention.
And yet, even with these words in our minds, sorrow is still hard to swallow. If you think it easy, tell it to the prophets who had a hard time in life, Joseph, David, Abraham, Noah, Moses, Muhammad... see what they have to say about it.
No one can really understand the anatomy of sorrow... until they've went through it themselves. Even so, it'd still be hard to figure out. I can tell you the best medicine for it though. With a lot of hard work: patience, prayers and trust in God.
Sometimes, when life seems filled with it (sorrow, I mean), and the light at the end of the tunnel seems so dim and far away, you find that you just can't figure out why you're sad - or sorrowful, i guess.
Then suddenly life comes back to you, and you suddenly seem to see the world in brighter colors, and children's laughter can pass right through your once ice cold and bitter hearts, warming it up with a kind of warmth you thought you never felt before. And all this for no apparent reason. Your mind - and body - suddenly decides that the problems you had just don't matter anymore, and you move on.
So when someone tells me (heck, i told myself this before...) they're matured enough to be able to analyze how people feel, to understand their sorrow, their suffering... geez... gimme a break... no kit kats this time. When it boils down to this, you can't analyze shit...
God works in mysterious ways. That's what the Englishmen would say.
God knows what's best for us. That's what my countrymen would say.
If that is true, then losing someone you love, not being able to be around for people you love most when they need it most, not being able to live life the way you want it, seeing your child, spouse, parents die right in front of you, go thru hardship after hardship, trial after trial, must serve a purpose. There must be a reason for all the shit that's happening to people, and all the non-shit that's happening to others.
so for all the sorrow we are facing in life, be patient and strong, happiness will follow - I'm betting all my chips on it.
After all, for my fellow muslims bro's and sisters, a short chapter from the Quran, MY God's words, should sum it all up pretty nicely:
Have we not expanded you your breast? And removed from you your burden? The which did gall your back? And raised high the esteem you are held? Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief. And verily, with every difficulty there is relief. Therefore, when you are free, still labour hard. And to your Lord turn your attention.
And yet, even with these words in our minds, sorrow is still hard to swallow. If you think it easy, tell it to the prophets who had a hard time in life, Joseph, David, Abraham, Noah, Moses, Muhammad... see what they have to say about it.
No one can really understand the anatomy of sorrow... until they've went through it themselves. Even so, it'd still be hard to figure out. I can tell you the best medicine for it though. With a lot of hard work: patience, prayers and trust in God.
Friday, January 12, 2007
The Lost Comparison
I went for friday sermons with my dad, my brother and a colleague of ours. Dad was rambling about how he needed to take my brother out of his present position and send him for leadership and development courses. He started comparing us: me and and my bro, how I'm moving forward and my bro's just lost in the wind.
Dad, you gotta understand, I'm no hero, no superman. lil' bro isn't either... but you can't compare us. That's so wrong in so many levels.
I've learnt in life (and marriage) that i can't compare someone to someone else. People tend to make wrong judgments about people when they compare. When you're comparing, and you're setting someone else above the other, the dude below gets an unfair beating. Small mistakes become big in your eyes, and big achievements become insignificant. The dude above, on the other hand; his stupid little minor achievements that don't amount to nothing get all the attention, and his huge fumbles and mistakes, we turn a blind eye upon. So unfair and wrong in so many levels - and destructive too. The little child of discrimination, I'd like to call it.
For those of you who do compare - parents, teachers, bosses, lovers - out there: stop. Find people's good and praise them. Find their weaknesses and counsel them. That's the best way to show your love, or even your loathing.
No person can be someone else.
And my brother can't be me. But i see greatness in him. He just has to see it for himself. And what better people to help him see it if it isn't his parents, who love him dearly?
Dad, you gotta understand, I'm no hero, no superman. lil' bro isn't either... but you can't compare us. That's so wrong in so many levels.
I've learnt in life (and marriage) that i can't compare someone to someone else. People tend to make wrong judgments about people when they compare. When you're comparing, and you're setting someone else above the other, the dude below gets an unfair beating. Small mistakes become big in your eyes, and big achievements become insignificant. The dude above, on the other hand; his stupid little minor achievements that don't amount to nothing get all the attention, and his huge fumbles and mistakes, we turn a blind eye upon. So unfair and wrong in so many levels - and destructive too. The little child of discrimination, I'd like to call it.
For those of you who do compare - parents, teachers, bosses, lovers - out there: stop. Find people's good and praise them. Find their weaknesses and counsel them. That's the best way to show your love, or even your loathing.
No person can be someone else.
And my brother can't be me. But i see greatness in him. He just has to see it for himself. And what better people to help him see it if it isn't his parents, who love him dearly?
Monday, January 08, 2007
TVtrix the duology
if there is such a thing as a duology...
now having god-like powers is awesome... but let's just face it... if you're a robot that's intelligent enough to progam a world for humans, i'd bet you'd fool proof it so no one can be superman... duh...
anyways... here's my answer to the question i posted aeons ago... yep, i dusted the cobwebs on that post, and was appaled at my indecision...
my answer is:
Of COURSE I'd CHOOSE the UNREAL LIFE!! I don't wanna live underground, with the rats and the tapeworms, where you probably don't get to see sunlight for the rest of your life... would you?
now, if i can only make some money in the unreal world... muahahahahahaha!!! (rubbing palms together with evil look on face... torchlight underneath chin)
now having god-like powers is awesome... but let's just face it... if you're a robot that's intelligent enough to progam a world for humans, i'd bet you'd fool proof it so no one can be superman... duh...
anyways... here's my answer to the question i posted aeons ago... yep, i dusted the cobwebs on that post, and was appaled at my indecision...
my answer is:
Of COURSE I'd CHOOSE the UNREAL LIFE!! I don't wanna live underground, with the rats and the tapeworms, where you probably don't get to see sunlight for the rest of your life... would you?
now, if i can only make some money in the unreal world... muahahahahahaha!!! (rubbing palms together with evil look on face... torchlight underneath chin)
The A/C draft is killing me!
well duh, who asked you to sit right in front of it mr smartacus?
death by A/C... whodda thunk it?
I just feel like rambling today. Just one of those days when i'd write pieces of garble that make no sense. Man it's so cold here.
anyways... it seems that everyone i know is into blogging these days... introducing, (cue the lame drumroll) my friend, mr kungfu zaki, self-professed president of the loser club, who has a blog. Right this way fellas (he doesn't update much, but enjoy his entries... muahahahahaha!!!): http://championloser.blogs.friendster.com/loser_club_president/
so enjoy it while i go and beat the crap out of this f**king A/C. hehehehehahahahaha!!! (is this evil enough?)
death by A/C... whodda thunk it?
I just feel like rambling today. Just one of those days when i'd write pieces of garble that make no sense. Man it's so cold here.
anyways... it seems that everyone i know is into blogging these days... introducing, (cue the lame drumroll) my friend, mr kungfu zaki, self-professed president of the loser club, who has a blog. Right this way fellas (he doesn't update much, but enjoy his entries... muahahahahaha!!!): http://championloser.blogs.friendster.com/loser_club_president/
so enjoy it while i go and beat the crap out of this f**king A/C. hehehehehahahahaha!!! (is this evil enough?)
ADD is so overrated
i read the posts i made a few aeons ago... ADD??!!
gosh man, quit your petty whining and get on with life already!!
oh yeah, forgot to go to office today. Well that sucks. blame ADD. yeah mannn!!
and oh yeah (part 2), so much for ADDers being loyal to their partners... bluergh...
gosh man, quit your petty whining and get on with life already!!
oh yeah, forgot to go to office today. Well that sucks. blame ADD. yeah mannn!!
and oh yeah (part 2), so much for ADDers being loyal to their partners... bluergh...
cobwebs on my blog
shit... talk about leaving this blog for so long.
I didn't even know blogger.com belongs to google now. talk about leaving cobwebs out on my blog. cobwebs on a weblog. damm the irony. misspell intended.
I didn't even know blogger.com belongs to google now. talk about leaving cobwebs out on my blog. cobwebs on a weblog. damm the irony. misspell intended.
Monday, January 16, 2006
The narcissist in me
It was scrubs season finale, and cox was listening to his ex-wife ramble about meeting someone else that day. His answer to that went something like this: "What? another narcissistic self hating guy?". Guess he was talking about himself. Wonder if it applies to myself?
The book I read (yeah, the book again - geez, get a life) mentioned something about ADDers being narcissists. Seemingly narcissistic they say. Agree? dunno. Maybe not. Then again, maybe yes
I find that I do think a lot about myself: what I did or will do, or am doing. How I look, how I performed (in bed and everywhere else :) ). Sometimes I'm pleased with myself. But sometimes when I'm pleased with myself, I hate myself for being pleased with myself. Then at times when I'm not pleased with myself, guess what? I hate myself. Yeah, I know, I'm a piece of work. My wife told me that a long time ago. Don't worry, I don't hate myself enough to kill myself. I still love me. Very much.
When it comes to listening tho, I find that although I do have trouble concentrating sometimes, or even maintaining eye contact with my friends, I do listen to people's problems a lot. Then again, that's probably just being nosy. But I also suppose that's being the sensitive ADD dude. God. ADD is confusing.
Thank God, through all this mess that I'm in, I have my wife by my side. FEELS GOOOOOOD. :)
The book I read (yeah, the book again - geez, get a life) mentioned something about ADDers being narcissists. Seemingly narcissistic they say. Agree? dunno. Maybe not. Then again, maybe yes
I find that I do think a lot about myself: what I did or will do, or am doing. How I look, how I performed (in bed and everywhere else :) ). Sometimes I'm pleased with myself. But sometimes when I'm pleased with myself, I hate myself for being pleased with myself. Then at times when I'm not pleased with myself, guess what? I hate myself. Yeah, I know, I'm a piece of work. My wife told me that a long time ago. Don't worry, I don't hate myself enough to kill myself. I still love me. Very much.
When it comes to listening tho, I find that although I do have trouble concentrating sometimes, or even maintaining eye contact with my friends, I do listen to people's problems a lot. Then again, that's probably just being nosy. But I also suppose that's being the sensitive ADD dude. God. ADD is confusing.
Thank God, through all this mess that I'm in, I have my wife by my side. FEELS GOOOOOOD. :)
Monday, January 09, 2006
I'm too good for this
Just last week, a colleague of mine complained to me about her job.
"I'm dying over here. This job is not challenging. I'm not paid to do this kind of job". From the words, you might think that this lady is one stuck up b***h. But in reality, she's not. kinda cool really, very sanguine (you can only listen most of the time)
Unfortunately, i do believe that quite a number of people out there believes in those three sentences above. We do have our own egos to satisfy, our names that we want woven in the fabric of history. And unfortunately, where we're working at right now, just doesn't cut it.
Business wise, I suppose the phrase "not paid to do this kind of job" does apply to some people. Executive level, executive salary, clerk job. Wastes company money paying for someone overqualified for the job. I guess in that sense, we should feel that we are "not paid to do this kind of job".
But everything laid forth, what are we to do? my belief: although starting it out could be scary, owning your own business is the best thing to do. No nagging bosses, (or ctrl freak ones for that matter), and the money's all yours. Best of all for me, no set work time.
I have yet to own mine tho.
work is only to learn, and earn, but mostly learn. (corny - haha!!)
whatever... I'm lost.
"I'm dying over here. This job is not challenging. I'm not paid to do this kind of job". From the words, you might think that this lady is one stuck up b***h. But in reality, she's not. kinda cool really, very sanguine (you can only listen most of the time)
Unfortunately, i do believe that quite a number of people out there believes in those three sentences above. We do have our own egos to satisfy, our names that we want woven in the fabric of history. And unfortunately, where we're working at right now, just doesn't cut it.
Business wise, I suppose the phrase "not paid to do this kind of job" does apply to some people. Executive level, executive salary, clerk job. Wastes company money paying for someone overqualified for the job. I guess in that sense, we should feel that we are "not paid to do this kind of job".
But everything laid forth, what are we to do? my belief: although starting it out could be scary, owning your own business is the best thing to do. No nagging bosses, (or ctrl freak ones for that matter), and the money's all yours. Best of all for me, no set work time.
I have yet to own mine tho.
work is only to learn, and earn, but mostly learn. (corny - haha!!)
whatever... I'm lost.
Friday, January 06, 2006
ADD: misery and laughter combined
picked up a book a while back: answers to ADD.
Attention Deficit Disorder. Never knew I was so, sooo identifiable to this disorder. Mummy!! I'm klazey!! laaa, no wonder la this blog's named lost man... I'm so lost sometimes you know?
I don't really know if you can call this a disease. After all, it's only popular in the US. The Europeans don't seem to think the disorder exists. Yet so many people can identify to its simptoms.
Extremely forgetful, absent-minded, day-dreaming, unable to complete jobs and jumping from one job to another, are just a few of the things these dudes go through. You don't know how painful these experiences can be until you're and ADDer yourself. Imagine screwing something up day in and day out.
Then again, as with all mental disorders, there are also good things. Sensitivity, flexibility, loyalty (to wife hehe :) ) creativity, and increased intuition are among a few.
Tho I'm not officially diagnosed with the thing yet, I find I can find my way when I'm lost just by relying on my gut feel. Ah, my gut says turn left... ok, now right... then left again... now it's saying stop at that McDonald's, fill me up and ask for directions. haha!! But seriously dude, when it really happens, it's so cool tho.
More on this later. chiao
Attention Deficit Disorder. Never knew I was so, sooo identifiable to this disorder. Mummy!! I'm klazey!! laaa, no wonder la this blog's named lost man... I'm so lost sometimes you know?
I don't really know if you can call this a disease. After all, it's only popular in the US. The Europeans don't seem to think the disorder exists. Yet so many people can identify to its simptoms.
Extremely forgetful, absent-minded, day-dreaming, unable to complete jobs and jumping from one job to another, are just a few of the things these dudes go through. You don't know how painful these experiences can be until you're and ADDer yourself. Imagine screwing something up day in and day out.
Then again, as with all mental disorders, there are also good things. Sensitivity, flexibility, loyalty (to wife hehe :) ) creativity, and increased intuition are among a few.
Tho I'm not officially diagnosed with the thing yet, I find I can find my way when I'm lost just by relying on my gut feel. Ah, my gut says turn left... ok, now right... then left again... now it's saying stop at that McDonald's, fill me up and ask for directions. haha!! But seriously dude, when it really happens, it's so cool tho.
More on this later. chiao
Friday, March 18, 2005
TVtrix
The matrix. Good movie. Well, at least the first movie was. The other two might as well have been shot in Japanese. Couldn't understand a thing.
Watching the movie makes you think (doesn't it?), and this is what I 'lamented':
If the real world is scorched earth- with humans living underground closer to the core, and the imaginary world is as it is now, then what's your choice?
Think about it carefully. You might end up agreeing with Cypher (the jack-ass traitor in the movie). Then again, you might wanna be like a superhero Neo - Doing his Superman thing. AND bringing back the dead. Now that's creeeepy...
My choice would be.... hmmm... good question.... dunno la.... will get back to this when i finish the last of the trilogy.
Watching the movie makes you think (doesn't it?), and this is what I 'lamented':
If the real world is scorched earth- with humans living underground closer to the core, and the imaginary world is as it is now, then what's your choice?
Think about it carefully. You might end up agreeing with Cypher (the jack-ass traitor in the movie). Then again, you might wanna be like a superhero Neo - Doing his Superman thing. AND bringing back the dead. Now that's creeeepy...
My choice would be.... hmmm... good question.... dunno la.... will get back to this when i finish the last of the trilogy.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Anger Management
Anger.
!%#%^#%&^*&*^@$^$%$#! courses thru my veins. Breathing becomes labored. Adrenaline kicks in - Muscles feel tense, then tired.
I was lied to today. By my own boss. Can't believe it. They say cholerics are manipulative. I just didn't know how much. That is, not until today. Damn.
Used to be this little timid kid whom anyone can beat the crap out of - and i still wouldn't complain. Not anymore. I've learnt my lesson the torturous, long, and hard way. That's right Asyraf, don't keep it bottled up in you. You'll burst like an overfilled balloon. Happened to you before didn't it?
I confronted the man, and told him I wasn't too happy with what he'd done. He was holding his flip-phone to his ear, in the midst of a call. I just didn't care. Had to get this out or it'd kill me.
"Saya main-main je tu tadi" (I was just playing you back there) he said, smilling sheepishly, handphone still to his ear. Do you really want the person on the other end of the line to hear this? Oh well.
Let it out - tried to be nice, but firm at the same time:
"Just don't mess with me. I'll do it if it's required of me. Don't trick me into doing it. "
He was now fumbling with the phone - getting his fingers stuck in between the phone as he was feebly trying to close the flip cover. "Saya main-main je tu tadi" Yeah, like hell you were.
He apologized later. I'm glad things didn't get any messier. Feels good to let it out.
For those of you who keep things buried inside, trust me, it's like cancer. Turns you from Anakin to Darth in a few years time.
!%#%^#%&^*&*^@$^$%$#! courses thru my veins. Breathing becomes labored. Adrenaline kicks in - Muscles feel tense, then tired.
I was lied to today. By my own boss. Can't believe it. They say cholerics are manipulative. I just didn't know how much. That is, not until today. Damn.
Used to be this little timid kid whom anyone can beat the crap out of - and i still wouldn't complain. Not anymore. I've learnt my lesson the torturous, long, and hard way. That's right Asyraf, don't keep it bottled up in you. You'll burst like an overfilled balloon. Happened to you before didn't it?
I confronted the man, and told him I wasn't too happy with what he'd done. He was holding his flip-phone to his ear, in the midst of a call. I just didn't care. Had to get this out or it'd kill me.
"Saya main-main je tu tadi" (I was just playing you back there) he said, smilling sheepishly, handphone still to his ear. Do you really want the person on the other end of the line to hear this? Oh well.
Let it out - tried to be nice, but firm at the same time:
"Just don't mess with me. I'll do it if it's required of me. Don't trick me into doing it. "
He was now fumbling with the phone - getting his fingers stuck in between the phone as he was feebly trying to close the flip cover. "Saya main-main je tu tadi" Yeah, like hell you were.
He apologized later. I'm glad things didn't get any messier. Feels good to let it out.
For those of you who keep things buried inside, trust me, it's like cancer. Turns you from Anakin to Darth in a few years time.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
A warm welcome
Most people probably won't read my blog. Yet. I hope
I dunno if i'll post often.
If I do, i'll amaze myself. WOW.
Taking it step by step.
I dunno if i'll post often.
If I do, i'll amaze myself. WOW.
Taking it step by step.
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