Journal: Log 001

Today, the twenty-fourth of February in the year of two-thousand-and-nine, I refuse to eat lunch in protest against global warming.

12.30 Still going strong.

14.00 Feeling little hunger pangs. Will ignore. Chat with random people on MSN to distract self.

14.37 Suddenly realizes that fingers are stiff from cold. Wonder who has been toying with the air-cond controls. Goes to toilet to wash hands. Realizes that it only makes fingers feel stiffer.

14.40 Am reminded by Stephen that it is his birthday in 2 days' time. Pffpth.

15.10 Stephen bought Siew Pau for me! *eats*

15.11 Erm, oops? *burp*


Here endeth today's entry.

Then sings my soul

Yes, I am blogging again. Sue me.

After many days, weeks, and approximately one month, we are finally on the threshold of SE's biggest event yet since Loud Christmas two months ago.



The band has been practicing, the office staff has been tormented day and night by scales, warm-ups and bad singing, shoes have been thrown, people have been blinded by the spotlight, and it's finally here.

An event never before attempted by SE, but it promises - as all other SE events do - an experience like no other. "Nothing done on this night will be status quo" The flyer proudly declares.

It is more than a concert; it is more than a gathering: it is phenomenal; the dream becoming reality.

I had better be seeing YOU there ; )

7200 seconds more...

And she will be gone.

Facebook is taking over the world

Or my world, at least.

Did anyone see this bunny?

For months now I have been trying to resolve a much profound mystery: Who/What is the Energizer Bunny?

I have seen it and heard the term being used everywhere: From a movie review of the fifth Harry Potter movie to the random utterances of a girl called Sarah.

Of course, being a widely used and abused term, I did not think much about it, until one day my sister remarked something quite very deep and meaningful.

"Energizer doesn't have a bunny"

Energizer does not have a bunny? Then what is all this hoo-haa all about? I have always imagined it to be a pink bunny with wide eyes in a sports suit, which then I found out was the Duracell bunny, not the Energizer bunny.

The Energizer mascot interestingly, do not even look remotely like a bunny. It is a large- VERY large battery (especially those in KL), with eyes and a mouth, too-muscular arms and thin legs.

And one fine day, I decided to google up the name. This is what came out.



Yes, I know. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Just remind me.

How do you change the world again?

It's a strange, strange world that we're living in

Just yesterday I was watching one man loading up some boxes onto his truck, dressed up all appropriately for the job, too: faded red t-shirt, cargo pants with belt pouch, unkempt hair and a beard.

Then my friend, who happened to be beside me turned to say, "See that guy there? He has a friend from his school days who is a company manager now."

"Wow," I remarked "So where is that friend?"

"Oh, the friend is the guy who hired him to deliver these stuff"

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If you remember, I had one nostalgic encounter with Uncle Donald (if you don't recognize the name, you haven't read that one yet) not too long ago; and I found it quite interesting just how far the road not taken can lead us.

Two years down the road, I might be watching the Oscars on TV, and suddenly jump to my feet and scream to no one in particular, "HEY, I USED TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS WITH THAT GUY!"

Then probably I can storm into his studio halfway through a scene and demand the Rm6 which he still owes me for half of his biology knowledge. Being the class treasurer was a totally uncalled for position, but desperate me took it anyway.

It eventually amounted up to sleepless nights, many headaches and ringing ears, and ultimately Rm70 going out of my personal fund. The case was particularly bad with this pregnant teacher whose facial expression changed from neutral to disatisfaction to anger to long-patience and then to sadistic joy, all within 2 seconds of seeing me.

So there was one time when she shot at me (after owing her cash for 4 months), claiming that I took the money and used it for my personal selfish reasons like funding secret tests for nuclear weapons.

I was about to jump to my own defense when I remembered that a week ago, I borrowed a sum of cash from the class fund to buy myself lunch. Deeply embarassed, that day I went home and returned two times the money that I took back into the fund.

Suddenly the prospect of being hired by an old classmate to move stuff around sounds much more happier and optimistic.

Dirty socks

I was on the way home from work, dozing off in the passenger seat of the waja as it rained all around, when the news report jolted me awake.

"A student with very smelly feet has gotten legal consent to attend lectures"

Wow! Just how smelly can someone's feet get that you can actually be banned from classes? I mean, I understand it when police arrest people for drug trafficking and possessing firearms; or even when people are not allowed into restaurants for not wearing ties.

But smelly feet! What a waste! Half the students I know will actually try and get legal consent NOT to attend classes! License for truant. Heh heh.

Then again, you will have to think about the poor classmates though; I almost feel their agony. Back in primary school, I used to sit beside this fat bloke (no offense to my slightly rounded friends. Really.) Now the problem I have really is not about his size; it's his BOD, which translates into Body Odor of Death.

The worst part is that he loves to play sports! So comes that fine day every week when we are forced to go for PE lessons, and he will work up such a sweat, he will easily put the tsunami to shame: in sheer magnitude and number of people rushing to get out of the way.

But hey, I'm not all that perfect either (Yes, believe it). Just last week we were playing this game, and we were supposed to stand in one straight line for the amusement of the owner of the house. I lifted my arms to signal to someone at the back, and the person who was behind me visibly flinched and turned away.

So here's a friendly community advice to all you people out there: wear deodorant, and wash your feet. Or if all else fails, just learn to breathe with only your mouth.