Wednesday, March 8. 2006
lima beans?
- i was driving. a single drop of bird poo landed on the windshield. in the evening it rained and washed away the shit. i feel less traumatized now.
- a new owner started renovating downstairs. they drilled the wall, and one of the water pipes. so i went down and she started talking in cantonese explaining everything. i politely answered in english. and she continued in cantonese. this has happened one too many times it's not even funny anymore.
- whenever people ask "so you're from sarawak?" with a peculiar emphasis on sarawak, i have a feeling that they think sarawak is a foreign country. when i say i'm an iban, the conversation stops as if asking further might cause catastrophic calamity. it's better that way.
- it was around half past midnight. i went outside for a break and at this instant a rather nondescript looking van approached and stopped. a passenger started taking photos of the shoplots. two snaps. right in front of me. the van reversed, stopped, and said passenger took two more snaps of another shoplot. all this in less than a minute. i don't think that was a routine shoplot/officelot scouting mission.
and by the way, has anyone noticed the food price hike? a simple fried rice now costs 50 sen more! bloody hell!
Sunday, March 5. 2006
not as weird-ass as some of the stuff on e-bay, but daft nevertheless: kl-assified:
listening to: frank zappa - blessed relief
Saturday, March 4. 2006
sometimes, when viewed from a different context, these things can be damn funny, if not, daft.
- going back from a midnight libation one friday, i watched a girl (good looking, sober (maybe)) repeatedly trying to push the parking ticket into the yellow auto-pay machine. except that she was trying to insert the parking ticket into the cash slot. so i said "you're supposed to insert it here.", politely pointing to the proper slot, holding myself from sneering. and she said "sorrysorrysorrysorry" probably 67 times, the way the japanese do, as if she had inadvertently stepped on my toe or brushed off my toupee (not that i am wearing one), with a blush. except that she didn't insert the parking ticket all the way in, and the machine rejected her one ringgit note due to this. so i said, ever-smiling, "it's not in yet". and she said "sorrysorrysorrysorry" probably another 68 times, as if i was a royalty (the brunei royal family came to mind), this time with a more obvious blush than the first. heh.
- i was peering down from the 86th floor of the petronas twin towers when the fuel hike protest took place. the first thing on my mind was "what the feck is that bunch of people rallying about in the freaking hot weather?"
someotherthings:
- two weeks ago i suffered dementia, memory loss, and random streaks of insanity and madness. now i'm sick again. sighs. yeah i know. i'm such a cry baby.
- i listen to collective soul years ago. listening to them again was, heh, kinda cool, cause they were so popular back then and had some catchy tunes, even better and catchier than, ugh, fort minor (yea that's the kind of crap we get here in malaysia. i mean, kings of convenience played in sillypore and we had, fort minor?).
- in as much as i hate working in the weekends, i don't have much choice. the fuel hike really put a bummer in many faces. crap.
listening to: the boyling band - stormy weather
Thursday, March 2. 2006
nothing to see here. move along. i'm writing fuckloads of codes and drawing stick figures and balloons. listen to a kick ass drum breakz and some madz flute loops instead.
listening to: the chemical brothers - hoops
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