A good number of my readers out there are aware I'm leavin the country soon... I've got plans, but I'll talk about those later...
For the past few weeks I've been having mixed thoughts, ideas, recollections of awesome times.. The past few years I spent in KL have been memorable for me in more ways than I can imagine, and even though its impossible, I'd like to extend my gratitude to everyone who contributed to makin my experience here a memorable one..
I tell myself to look ahead towards the future that beckons, n hopefully opportunities will present themselves all around.. And then there's this other side of me that regrets leaving KL and everyone I've grown accustomed to over the past 5 yrs, regrets that I'll have to start all over again in a completely new environment...
To be honest I really dont know what to think of everything that's been happening around me lately..
To sum it all up, there's a song whose lyrics really summarize wut I'm generally feeling these days:
Photograph by Nickelback
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?
This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out
This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me
Friday, June 30, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Coming Soon...
Yeah, i know i havent been blogging much lately.. infact, I havent been blogging at all in a while...
Neways, I've been doing alotta thinkin lately... expect a massive post in a couple of days...
Thanks for visitin ;)
Later...
Neways, I've been doing alotta thinkin lately... expect a massive post in a couple of days...
Thanks for visitin ;)
Later...
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Losin it...
i dunno wut it is... but ive pretty much lost interest in everything these past few days...
Food has lost all taste (except for junk food, that is)... Sleep doesnt come easily (if at all)... I dont feel like workin out... dont feel like chillin out...
Basically im not doin much of anything, and yet I feel my time is being wasted, and I should do sumthin bout it...
Most people would categorize this behaviour as being love-struck.. but to be completely honest, I dont think any girl has held that much value in my mind for a number of years now... my close friends, male and female alike, are still considered priceless to me thou...
At times I think it cud just be a case of insomnia leadin to me feeling poorly during the rest of the day... n at other times I think im losing interest in life itself.. like it aint worth it anymore...
Any advice is more than welcome...
Food has lost all taste (except for junk food, that is)... Sleep doesnt come easily (if at all)... I dont feel like workin out... dont feel like chillin out...
Basically im not doin much of anything, and yet I feel my time is being wasted, and I should do sumthin bout it...
Most people would categorize this behaviour as being love-struck.. but to be completely honest, I dont think any girl has held that much value in my mind for a number of years now... my close friends, male and female alike, are still considered priceless to me thou...
At times I think it cud just be a case of insomnia leadin to me feeling poorly during the rest of the day... n at other times I think im losing interest in life itself.. like it aint worth it anymore...
Any advice is more than welcome...
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Revelation of the day
I got back to the gym last week... Tried this new compound exercise workout... Frikkin awesome.. I'm hoping it'll help strengthen my body for capoeira..
Neways, this is all I could lift on each of the exercises:
Clean and Press: 40kgs
Squat: 50kgs
Barbell Pullover: 20kgs
Bench Press: 40kgs
Good Morning: 20kgs
Barbell Bicep Curl: 20kgs
So wuts the revelation?? I'm frikkin weak...
But that'll change soon enough
Neways, this is all I could lift on each of the exercises:
Clean and Press: 40kgs
Squat: 50kgs
Barbell Pullover: 20kgs
Bench Press: 40kgs
Good Morning: 20kgs
Barbell Bicep Curl: 20kgs
So wuts the revelation?? I'm frikkin weak...
But that'll change soon enough
Thursday, May 18, 2006
All those McValue Meals corrodin ur head or sumthing???
Stupid Stupid McDonald's Survey Ppl!!!
Dumbass, I just bought n paid for a Beef Foldover Meal..
You saw/heard me order the Beef Foldover Meal..
You saw the dude at the counter pass me my Beef Foldover Meal..
I walked right by you carrying my Beef Foldover Meal on a tray...
You saw me walk right by you carrying my Beef Foldover Meal..
Your survey requires you to interview people who just bought n paid for the Beef Foldover Meal, hence you approached me n asked if you could ask me some questions, to which I agreed...
Now, I'm sitting right opposite you...
You can see there's a Beef Foldover Meal in my tray...
n ive unwrapped it..
n im eating it..
So WHY THE HELL DID YOU ASK ME THE FOLLOWING QUESTION FROM YOUR SURVEY, AND EXPECT ME TO ANSWER IT:
Question: Did you purchase the Beef Foldover Meal today???
Ive said it before, n im sayin it again: Kill Me!! Kill Me Now!!
See, its on days like this that I wish certain people were hung from their testicles, and shot through the lungs... Just certain ppl, not everyone...
Dumbass, I just bought n paid for a Beef Foldover Meal..
You saw/heard me order the Beef Foldover Meal..
You saw the dude at the counter pass me my Beef Foldover Meal..
I walked right by you carrying my Beef Foldover Meal on a tray...
You saw me walk right by you carrying my Beef Foldover Meal..
Your survey requires you to interview people who just bought n paid for the Beef Foldover Meal, hence you approached me n asked if you could ask me some questions, to which I agreed...
Now, I'm sitting right opposite you...
You can see there's a Beef Foldover Meal in my tray...
n ive unwrapped it..
n im eating it..
So WHY THE HELL DID YOU ASK ME THE FOLLOWING QUESTION FROM YOUR SURVEY, AND EXPECT ME TO ANSWER IT:
Question: Did you purchase the Beef Foldover Meal today???
Ive said it before, n im sayin it again: Kill Me!! Kill Me Now!!
See, its on days like this that I wish certain people were hung from their testicles, and shot through the lungs... Just certain ppl, not everyone...
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
I'm Back!!!
I havent blogged in a while now... Have had a ton to write bout, but never had the time to write it... its not that I've been totally busy, just that I need the free time to get to know my bed a lil better...
For a brief outline, this is pretty much the gist of wut's been happening (not in chronological order) since I last blogged, which has been quite a while:
1) Got the right side of mom's car smashed (seriously.. n it wasnt my fault...)
2) Had a bout of flu
3) Got my GRE scores...
4) Got frustrated at ETS for not sending me n my unis my GRE scores (i had to call them up to find out... i'll explain later, just wait for the post, dammit)...
5) Decided to say 'Screw you' to the Canadian n US unis I applied to, and decided upon UNSW located in the Land Down Under (Australia, ppl... not wut ur thinkin)
6) Found out my trip to OZ-land might have to be put off for a few months, but it will definitely be compensated for...
7) Had a series of clubbin sessions, which is extremely rare for me...
8) Tried dancing during those clubbing sessions... this is sumthing I will definitely NOT be blogging about...
9) Had a brief but very haunting fling with the smokes... REALLY callin it quits this time...
Umm.. thats all I can recall for now.. not much for a span of slightly over a month, isit???
Oh n I'll be addin 10) soon: Givin notice for quittin my job... WooHoo!!!
For a brief outline, this is pretty much the gist of wut's been happening (not in chronological order) since I last blogged, which has been quite a while:
1) Got the right side of mom's car smashed (seriously.. n it wasnt my fault...)
2) Had a bout of flu
3) Got my GRE scores...
4) Got frustrated at ETS for not sending me n my unis my GRE scores (i had to call them up to find out... i'll explain later, just wait for the post, dammit)...
5) Decided to say 'Screw you' to the Canadian n US unis I applied to, and decided upon UNSW located in the Land Down Under (Australia, ppl... not wut ur thinkin)
6) Found out my trip to OZ-land might have to be put off for a few months, but it will definitely be compensated for...
7) Had a series of clubbin sessions, which is extremely rare for me...
8) Tried dancing during those clubbing sessions... this is sumthing I will definitely NOT be blogging about...
9) Had a brief but very haunting fling with the smokes... REALLY callin it quits this time...
Umm.. thats all I can recall for now.. not much for a span of slightly over a month, isit???
Oh n I'll be addin 10) soon: Givin notice for quittin my job... WooHoo!!!
Monday, April 24, 2006
With a cigarette in my hand...
its been a week since i last blogged.. seems addictive, doesnt it...
Speaking of addictions, I remembered watching this video for an anti-smoking campaign I saw on Zee TV (Indian Cable TV channel) sometime during the 90s, n happened to come across the lyrics today... they didnt mean shit to me at the time, but I always tried recalling it.. neways, I happened to come across the lyrics for the soundtrack for that video, n just wanted to share it will all the smokers out there... :
Title: A lesson learnt late
It was, I remember, many years ago,
When I had failed to distinguish between a friend and a foe,
When they had invited me ,holding open the pack,
When I lost to curiosity, instead of being taken aback,
When on that fateful day , for the first time,
I held a cigarette in my hand.
It was, I felt a part of being in the teens,
And what had started with a puff or two became a routine.
The smoke's illusion blinded me for as it arose,
Arose my spirits too, and I muttered to myself, "I can" because,
With a cigarette in my hand ,
I felt like a man.
Soon it came out in the open, for it had become a habit I could not hide,
I was helpless, for I could not help but continue,
Even when I knew, it was eating me up from inside,
I was sick...my body and my soul and I realized,
With the cigarette in my hand,
I was a dying man.
Soon I was just a lifeless form, a hollow,
People shunned me everywhere, I wished,
If only had I done something which others could follow,
But it was too late, I had taken the wrong path, and I was ignored,
because
With a cigarette in my hand,
I was a hated man.
All the time, tears filled my eyes,
For people had bid me their good byes,
I wept because my cells , my body was choking ,
If only on that first day,my friends had been joking,
And then one day, the cigarette dropped from my hand,
I was a dead man.
Speaking of addictions, I remembered watching this video for an anti-smoking campaign I saw on Zee TV (Indian Cable TV channel) sometime during the 90s, n happened to come across the lyrics today... they didnt mean shit to me at the time, but I always tried recalling it.. neways, I happened to come across the lyrics for the soundtrack for that video, n just wanted to share it will all the smokers out there... :
Title: A lesson learnt late
It was, I remember, many years ago,
When I had failed to distinguish between a friend and a foe,
When they had invited me ,holding open the pack,
When I lost to curiosity, instead of being taken aback,
When on that fateful day , for the first time,
I held a cigarette in my hand.
It was, I felt a part of being in the teens,
And what had started with a puff or two became a routine.
The smoke's illusion blinded me for as it arose,
Arose my spirits too, and I muttered to myself, "I can" because,
With a cigarette in my hand ,
I felt like a man.
Soon it came out in the open, for it had become a habit I could not hide,
I was helpless, for I could not help but continue,
Even when I knew, it was eating me up from inside,
I was sick...my body and my soul and I realized,
With the cigarette in my hand,
I was a dying man.
Soon I was just a lifeless form, a hollow,
People shunned me everywhere, I wished,
If only had I done something which others could follow,
But it was too late, I had taken the wrong path, and I was ignored,
because
With a cigarette in my hand,
I was a hated man.
All the time, tears filled my eyes,
For people had bid me their good byes,
I wept because my cells , my body was choking ,
If only on that first day,my friends had been joking,
And then one day, the cigarette dropped from my hand,
I was a dead man.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
I've got alot to learn...
I wanted to post this last night, but was too tired to write after swimming, playing futsal and following that up with a roda at Bangsar. The fact that it rained practically all day long was seriously depressing, but only slightly delayed the start of the roda.
Anyway, the roda itself was awesome. We were visited by Professor Versatil from Grupo Batuque. This group is based in Los Angeles, USA, n is lead by renowned Capoeira Mestre Amen Santo. To the non-capoeiristas, Mestre Amen Santo played Mark Dacascos' capoeira teacher in Only the Strong. Yes People!!! A protégé of Mestre Amen Santo joined us at a roda..
Anyways, the dude was awesome... Its not like he flipped around n stuff... but he made the roda tons of fun mann... thou i kinda regret not takin the opportunity to play against him myself, just watchin him was awesome mann... like i said, he didnt do stuff which is totally flashy, but maybe he just went easy on us novices... He did have an awesome game against Instructor Rafael thou, but still nothing REALLY flashy.. which serves to provide me with another awesome example that I dont really need to be entirely flashy to be a good capoeirista in a roda..
I realized a couple of things thou... Firstly, his game seemed extremely relaxed as compared to the fast-paced game I'm learning and used to watching... He made it fun to watch n play capoeira.. He messed around in every game, laughed, played, n generally had fun, instead of taking everything so seriously..
The second thing I realized when he played against Instructor Rafael. Our instructor could definitely keep up with this guy's game. The only thing that may have overpowered Rafael would be Versatil's tremendous size... the dude was atleast 6'2", easily... n Rafael's about 5'9".. but back to the topic: what i realized during their game was that our instructor, through some reason known to him, tries to show us the vicious side of capoeira. I'm not sayin he's bein brutal with us or sumthin... but my guess is he's prolly a lil tired of us tryin to be flashy n showy, and tryin to make us more aware of what happens when rodas get violent.. Basically, as i mentioned in an earlier post, he wants us to be more aware of the trickery that sometimes occurs in rodas... And try to take care of ourselves when facing a dangerous opponent.
The third realization: I wanna try learning Capoeira Angola. Its different from capoeira regional (the fast-paced game the world usually recognizes as capoeira) in that its much slower. It looks easy to the casual observer, but Ive heard it requires more technique, and more precision in each movement. I definitely wanna try it out now, especially after watching the roda last night... Maybe i'll ask Rafael one of these days to teach me some Angola.
N oh yea, the guy's gonna be visiting our training sessions sometime this week. I hope I can get a few pointers from him... I did talk to him after the roda about his academy (thats when he told me that he studied under Mestre Amen Santo), got his name-card. If i'm lucky enuff to get to the US by this summer, Id def wanna find a good academy to continue with capoeira. So i asked him about training in NY. He mentioned a couple of his mestres had academies there, so i might check those out, if, God-willing, I'm lucky enuff to get accepted into the uni there...
Sigh, I've got a loooooooooooooooong way to go mann...
Adios ppl..
Anyway, the roda itself was awesome. We were visited by Professor Versatil from Grupo Batuque. This group is based in Los Angeles, USA, n is lead by renowned Capoeira Mestre Amen Santo. To the non-capoeiristas, Mestre Amen Santo played Mark Dacascos' capoeira teacher in Only the Strong. Yes People!!! A protégé of Mestre Amen Santo joined us at a roda..
Anyways, the dude was awesome... Its not like he flipped around n stuff... but he made the roda tons of fun mann... thou i kinda regret not takin the opportunity to play against him myself, just watchin him was awesome mann... like i said, he didnt do stuff which is totally flashy, but maybe he just went easy on us novices... He did have an awesome game against Instructor Rafael thou, but still nothing REALLY flashy.. which serves to provide me with another awesome example that I dont really need to be entirely flashy to be a good capoeirista in a roda..
I realized a couple of things thou... Firstly, his game seemed extremely relaxed as compared to the fast-paced game I'm learning and used to watching... He made it fun to watch n play capoeira.. He messed around in every game, laughed, played, n generally had fun, instead of taking everything so seriously..
The second thing I realized when he played against Instructor Rafael. Our instructor could definitely keep up with this guy's game. The only thing that may have overpowered Rafael would be Versatil's tremendous size... the dude was atleast 6'2", easily... n Rafael's about 5'9".. but back to the topic: what i realized during their game was that our instructor, through some reason known to him, tries to show us the vicious side of capoeira. I'm not sayin he's bein brutal with us or sumthin... but my guess is he's prolly a lil tired of us tryin to be flashy n showy, and tryin to make us more aware of what happens when rodas get violent.. Basically, as i mentioned in an earlier post, he wants us to be more aware of the trickery that sometimes occurs in rodas... And try to take care of ourselves when facing a dangerous opponent.
The third realization: I wanna try learning Capoeira Angola. Its different from capoeira regional (the fast-paced game the world usually recognizes as capoeira) in that its much slower. It looks easy to the casual observer, but Ive heard it requires more technique, and more precision in each movement. I definitely wanna try it out now, especially after watching the roda last night... Maybe i'll ask Rafael one of these days to teach me some Angola.
N oh yea, the guy's gonna be visiting our training sessions sometime this week. I hope I can get a few pointers from him... I did talk to him after the roda about his academy (thats when he told me that he studied under Mestre Amen Santo), got his name-card. If i'm lucky enuff to get to the US by this summer, Id def wanna find a good academy to continue with capoeira. So i asked him about training in NY. He mentioned a couple of his mestres had academies there, so i might check those out, if, God-willing, I'm lucky enuff to get accepted into the uni there...
Sigh, I've got a loooooooooooooooong way to go mann...
Adios ppl..
Thursday, April 13, 2006
am at the office right now... freakishly bored and redundant, with nothing to do... n i dont even feel like workin on my uni applications right now... even thou i know i shud.. n im wasting time..
To be honest, I dont feel too good right now... I stayed up late last night enjoying junk food (just a bit, not much) and WWE RAW... Slept at about 2.30.. n woke up at 8...n i had a moderately rigorous training session yesterday evening... to sum it up, i easily violated 2 outta 3 basic laws for attaining physical fitness (eat right, sleep right, train hard)
I dont even know if I can attend training today... Just feeling sick from not having caught up on my sleep for the last few days... even thou Tuesday (2 days ago) was a public holiday...
I've realized I can still be up for an intense training session if I havent eaten properly... but not sleeping enough, well thats an entirely different ball-game..
Maybe i'll go home n sleep for an hour or two before training.. or maybe i'll sleep alot longer, n feel better for the next session..
I gotta change this lifestyle, mann... not sleepin enuff, not training enuff, not eating right.. no wonder i suck at capoeira right now...
n did i mention I havent had time for breakfast yet today?? I'm really lookin forward to lunch, which seems like its a gazillion light-years away right now (read 10-15 minutes)..
To be honest, I dont feel too good right now... I stayed up late last night enjoying junk food (just a bit, not much) and WWE RAW... Slept at about 2.30.. n woke up at 8...n i had a moderately rigorous training session yesterday evening... to sum it up, i easily violated 2 outta 3 basic laws for attaining physical fitness (eat right, sleep right, train hard)
I dont even know if I can attend training today... Just feeling sick from not having caught up on my sleep for the last few days... even thou Tuesday (2 days ago) was a public holiday...
I've realized I can still be up for an intense training session if I havent eaten properly... but not sleeping enough, well thats an entirely different ball-game..
Maybe i'll go home n sleep for an hour or two before training.. or maybe i'll sleep alot longer, n feel better for the next session..
I gotta change this lifestyle, mann... not sleepin enuff, not training enuff, not eating right.. no wonder i suck at capoeira right now...
n did i mention I havent had time for breakfast yet today?? I'm really lookin forward to lunch, which seems like its a gazillion light-years away right now (read 10-15 minutes)..
Monday, April 10, 2006
Today, the House... Tomorrow, the WORLD!!!
This is gonna freak you out... I'm serious...
I found sumthin on my handphone, which cud change the world for years to come... I found out that my lil brother aspires to probably take over the world someday.. well, NO, he didnt sms me those exact words...
lemme tell u how it goes:
I was just sittin in my lonely lil corner in this office of mine, and just remembered I had a bunch of tasks to complete soon... In order to remember them this time, I decided to save myself a memo on my handphone...
Whilst browsing the menu for the 'Organizer' (little did i know what hideous, evil, insiduous activities were being planned, by this sinister character who claimed to be my youngest sibling, having just a couple of years ago reached an age comprising of double-digits), I came upon my 'To-Do List', and unknowingly unveiled a rather surprising series of plans for world domination (like sheep being led to the slaughter)...
How may I have the audacity to place the above-mentioned accusations upon so (apparently) innocent a being, you ask?? Well, the handphone I now possess was handed down by my very father to me (No it wasnt handed down generations!!! its not THAT old, u Freak!!).. Thus it happened that, one night, while my brother was fooling around with the handphone, he downloaded some of his more sinister (oh wait, I already used that word once... try menacing) plans for world-domination... Of course at that moment, he couldnt have had the slightest tinge of the notion that his very darkest thoughts might one day be unveiled by an unsuspecting character, whose blood reeks of innocence, and.. well... debauchery... namely... Me....
I now reveal to your very eyes what I shall hence-forth refer to as 'The To-Do List':
1) Buy 5 Ferraris for family and me (does he even KNOW that he cant even look over the friggin steering wheel, let alone drive a ferrari????)
2) Buy 9 Rolls Royce for family and me (umm... i know they're expensive n all, but I'd rather have the ferraris... plus, we're a family of 5, who keeps the extra Rolls'??)
3) Buy six 7 million villas with all facilities for family and me with 21 floors ( I wonder what 'all facilities' consists of)
4) Buy 10 latest windows computers for family and me (Laptop, LAPTOP!!! dont forget THAT!!)
5) Buy private jet plane for family and me (umm... cant argue with this one... as long as they have enromously huge Recliner seats)
6) Buy duplex size cinema for family and me (im guessing this is where he REALLY shows us his plans for world domination... on the Big Screen )
7) Buy 8 king size beds (somehow I'm kinda glad he didnt say 'for family and me' here)
This is where it REALLY gets nasty (Caution: Not meant for the faint-hearted):
8) Deposit 21 million in bank (21 million what?? if its rupees, then thats just peanuts.. if its dollars, well thats an entirely different story, init??)
9) Meet President Bush, President Pervez Musharraf, and Prime Minister Abdul Badawi (strange combination of personnel... they must all be in on it together... n Bush is just in there to get b**ch-slapped around...)
10) Buy 53 containers of soft drinks (he's gonna drown us all in soda...)
11) Buy 53 pizzas (or fatten us for the kill.. this seems better...)
12) Send ships around the world (Convoys?? Battleships??)
13) Visit America, India, Pakistan, France, Brazil, New York and Canada (Plans to take over the world, sure, but doesnt realize where New York is actually located..)
14) Buy 18 latest Nokia handphones for family and me (hmm.. well... he's doin sumthin nice for a change... before the unspeakable acts...)
15) Visit all of the wonders of the world (after u take over the world, u gotta check up on ur inheritance, right...)
16) Complete Carleton application, UPenn application, Brown application ASAP (Oh wait... this one's mine...)
17) Clean whole house... (Now this is the confounding part.... Pray tell, what DOES it all mean???)
Live in fear people, for you may never know when this plastic-sword toting, pellet-gun brandishing uncouth may show up at the shores of your land and wreak havok upon your unsuspecting countrymen...
The only available images of this infiltrator-to-be are childhood pictures on the garden-swing (he obviously realized the speed of the swing would disallow his distinctively smooth features to be accurately photographed and documented... Despicable, I tell you).
Please be on constant lookout for this deviant, and any information of his whereabouts should be passed on to the DAD agency. However, this agency has been known to have a negligible effect in nullifying this barely-teenage menace... Unsurprisingly, the MOM agency has been known to produce more satisfying results..
P.S. All plans revealed in the 'To-Do-List' are unedited, and have been copied directly from the list found on the phone. Disbelieve at your own peril.
I found sumthin on my handphone, which cud change the world for years to come... I found out that my lil brother aspires to probably take over the world someday.. well, NO, he didnt sms me those exact words...
lemme tell u how it goes:
I was just sittin in my lonely lil corner in this office of mine, and just remembered I had a bunch of tasks to complete soon... In order to remember them this time, I decided to save myself a memo on my handphone...
Whilst browsing the menu for the 'Organizer' (little did i know what hideous, evil, insiduous activities were being planned, by this sinister character who claimed to be my youngest sibling, having just a couple of years ago reached an age comprising of double-digits), I came upon my 'To-Do List', and unknowingly unveiled a rather surprising series of plans for world domination (like sheep being led to the slaughter)...
How may I have the audacity to place the above-mentioned accusations upon so (apparently) innocent a being, you ask?? Well, the handphone I now possess was handed down by my very father to me (No it wasnt handed down generations!!! its not THAT old, u Freak!!).. Thus it happened that, one night, while my brother was fooling around with the handphone, he downloaded some of his more sinister (oh wait, I already used that word once... try menacing) plans for world-domination... Of course at that moment, he couldnt have had the slightest tinge of the notion that his very darkest thoughts might one day be unveiled by an unsuspecting character, whose blood reeks of innocence, and.. well... debauchery... namely... Me....
I now reveal to your very eyes what I shall hence-forth refer to as 'The To-Do List':
1) Buy 5 Ferraris for family and me (does he even KNOW that he cant even look over the friggin steering wheel, let alone drive a ferrari????)
2) Buy 9 Rolls Royce for family and me (umm... i know they're expensive n all, but I'd rather have the ferraris... plus, we're a family of 5, who keeps the extra Rolls'??)
3) Buy six 7 million villas with all facilities for family and me with 21 floors ( I wonder what 'all facilities' consists of)
4) Buy 10 latest windows computers for family and me (Laptop, LAPTOP!!! dont forget THAT!!)
5) Buy private jet plane for family and me (umm... cant argue with this one... as long as they have enromously huge Recliner seats)
6) Buy duplex size cinema for family and me (im guessing this is where he REALLY shows us his plans for world domination... on the Big Screen )
7) Buy 8 king size beds (somehow I'm kinda glad he didnt say 'for family and me' here)
This is where it REALLY gets nasty (Caution: Not meant for the faint-hearted):
8) Deposit 21 million in bank (21 million what?? if its rupees, then thats just peanuts.. if its dollars, well thats an entirely different story, init??)
9) Meet President Bush, President Pervez Musharraf, and Prime Minister Abdul Badawi (strange combination of personnel... they must all be in on it together... n Bush is just in there to get b**ch-slapped around...)
10) Buy 53 containers of soft drinks (he's gonna drown us all in soda...)
11) Buy 53 pizzas (or fatten us for the kill.. this seems better...)
12) Send ships around the world (Convoys?? Battleships??)
13) Visit America, India, Pakistan, France, Brazil, New York and Canada (Plans to take over the world, sure, but doesnt realize where New York is actually located..)
14) Buy 18 latest Nokia handphones for family and me (hmm.. well... he's doin sumthin nice for a change... before the unspeakable acts...)
15) Visit all of the wonders of the world (after u take over the world, u gotta check up on ur inheritance, right...)
16) Complete Carleton application, UPenn application, Brown application ASAP (Oh wait... this one's mine...)
17) Clean whole house... (Now this is the confounding part.... Pray tell, what DOES it all mean???)
Live in fear people, for you may never know when this plastic-sword toting, pellet-gun brandishing uncouth may show up at the shores of your land and wreak havok upon your unsuspecting countrymen...
The only available images of this infiltrator-to-be are childhood pictures on the garden-swing (he obviously realized the speed of the swing would disallow his distinctively smooth features to be accurately photographed and documented... Despicable, I tell you).
Please be on constant lookout for this deviant, and any information of his whereabouts should be passed on to the DAD agency. However, this agency has been known to have a negligible effect in nullifying this barely-teenage menace... Unsurprisingly, the MOM agency has been known to produce more satisfying results..
P.S. All plans revealed in the 'To-Do-List' are unedited, and have been copied directly from the list found on the phone. Disbelieve at your own peril.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Run Forrest, RUN!!!
I ran today...
After quite a long layoff from my daily run... not that i had much of a run to begin with neways.. but back to the topic at hand..
so, i ran today.. for the first time in weeks... or months, actually...
I'd had a basketball workout with a bunch of guys ive started playing with recently... had an average game, considerin i hadnt played basketball in over a year (more on that later)...
After basketball, I felt like running... for no reason at all.. now those of u who know me will have guessed sumthin mite have been seriously wrong.. cuz i HATE running, even thou i used to do it quite frequently... I mean, put me in a futsal or basketball game, then sure i'll run my a** off... cuz at the point im focusing on the game, not on the running.. but put me on a jogging track or a treadmill, n im like Homer Simpson after a long hard day of work (wonder if u'll catch the irony in that...)
so all of a sudden i felt like running... so after a brief rest, i got on that treadmill down at the condo gym... n mann, i ran...
no seriously, i RAN... not as fast as.. umm, whoever's dominating the sprinting scene these days (i'd mention Marion Jones, but with all due respect, a woman's name might not do too good to me right now).. nor did i run as long as Forrest Gump..
I went on for 5 miles.. sure, no big deal for all u marathon runners out there... u guys can leave now... for the meagre audience left behind, i continue:
I ran 5 miles, mann... I ran hard.. I ran so frikkin hard I started sweating through my sneakers... The treadmill handlebars were covered in my sweat... Relax, I took a towel along, cleaned it all off when i was done...
So after im done running, I spent a few minutes stretching... n came back up... took a long (n i DO mean LONG) hot frikkin shower, hoping to rest that injured shoulder of mine...
came back up..
n drank the remainder of a bottle of Vanilla Coke...
Thats all...
Dont expect me to talk about any enlightening revelations talking bout my running n all..
I just wanted to record this moment in my personal record books as the day I get back to my daily running routine... ofcourse it doesnt have to go as far as 5 miles everyday, does it... i mean, with all due respect, am i kenyan man with a number on my back?????
P.S. For all illiterate ppl who might misinterpret that last statement, I seriously respect the people of Kenya... one of my closest friends is kenyan, n he can vouch for that... after he beats the living sh*t outta me, that is...
After quite a long layoff from my daily run... not that i had much of a run to begin with neways.. but back to the topic at hand..
so, i ran today.. for the first time in weeks... or months, actually...
I'd had a basketball workout with a bunch of guys ive started playing with recently... had an average game, considerin i hadnt played basketball in over a year (more on that later)...
After basketball, I felt like running... for no reason at all.. now those of u who know me will have guessed sumthin mite have been seriously wrong.. cuz i HATE running, even thou i used to do it quite frequently... I mean, put me in a futsal or basketball game, then sure i'll run my a** off... cuz at the point im focusing on the game, not on the running.. but put me on a jogging track or a treadmill, n im like Homer Simpson after a long hard day of work (wonder if u'll catch the irony in that...)
so all of a sudden i felt like running... so after a brief rest, i got on that treadmill down at the condo gym... n mann, i ran...
no seriously, i RAN... not as fast as.. umm, whoever's dominating the sprinting scene these days (i'd mention Marion Jones, but with all due respect, a woman's name might not do too good to me right now).. nor did i run as long as Forrest Gump..
I went on for 5 miles.. sure, no big deal for all u marathon runners out there... u guys can leave now... for the meagre audience left behind, i continue:
I ran 5 miles, mann... I ran hard.. I ran so frikkin hard I started sweating through my sneakers... The treadmill handlebars were covered in my sweat... Relax, I took a towel along, cleaned it all off when i was done...
So after im done running, I spent a few minutes stretching... n came back up... took a long (n i DO mean LONG) hot frikkin shower, hoping to rest that injured shoulder of mine...
came back up..
n drank the remainder of a bottle of Vanilla Coke...
Thats all...
Dont expect me to talk about any enlightening revelations talking bout my running n all..
I just wanted to record this moment in my personal record books as the day I get back to my daily running routine... ofcourse it doesnt have to go as far as 5 miles everyday, does it... i mean, with all due respect, am i kenyan man with a number on my back?????
P.S. For all illiterate ppl who might misinterpret that last statement, I seriously respect the people of Kenya... one of my closest friends is kenyan, n he can vouch for that... after he beats the living sh*t outta me, that is...
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I wish it hadnt happened...
sumthin happened a couple of weeks ago.. it wasnt good...
By this point I'm guessin uve figured out I'm not really gonna go into the specifics of wut happened... since there's the ever-so-miniscule-but-still-existent chance the person who this concerns might just stumble upon my blog n read it... no, im not afraid of him/her.. I just prefer to leave everyone hangin...
neways, i really dunno wut happened, or wut made me do it... all i know is that my better instincts were against it... but it still happened... i made the initiative to do it, n the person responded...
all i can say is so far i havent had to face any of the consequences of what i did... i dunno how long that might last thou... so far it seems alright... i felt it'll be cool for everything to be back to the way it was... but turns out im kinda glad it didnt... so far... I also know for me it cant ever be the way it was before... no way mann, i aint gonna sink that low...
n if somehow things start to get outta hand again, i guess i wont really be reluctant to return to the way things were until a few weeks ago...
P.S. dun ask me what im actually talkin bout... i just dun wanna go into the specifics...
P.P.S. some of u readin this prolly think its to do with sex... i know who u r... :) n ur wrong...
By this point I'm guessin uve figured out I'm not really gonna go into the specifics of wut happened... since there's the ever-so-miniscule-but-still-existent chance the person who this concerns might just stumble upon my blog n read it... no, im not afraid of him/her.. I just prefer to leave everyone hangin...
neways, i really dunno wut happened, or wut made me do it... all i know is that my better instincts were against it... but it still happened... i made the initiative to do it, n the person responded...
all i can say is so far i havent had to face any of the consequences of what i did... i dunno how long that might last thou... so far it seems alright... i felt it'll be cool for everything to be back to the way it was... but turns out im kinda glad it didnt... so far... I also know for me it cant ever be the way it was before... no way mann, i aint gonna sink that low...
n if somehow things start to get outta hand again, i guess i wont really be reluctant to return to the way things were until a few weeks ago...
P.S. dun ask me what im actually talkin bout... i just dun wanna go into the specifics...
P.P.S. some of u readin this prolly think its to do with sex... i know who u r... :) n ur wrong...
It aint easy...
i was a big fan of the Ninja Turtles (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, to be precise) when I was a kid...
who am i kidding?? I'm STILL a fan... well, not to the same extent, but I still think they were awesome characters, especially with those cool weapons n all...
neways, pardon the digression...
I owned a copy of their first movie.. aww mann, dun get me started on it, it was heaven for a kid like me who was so into martial arts n a big fan of ninja turtles, since it was the first realization of the shelled heroes on the big screen... Well, there was this one scene I recall, its where Splinter (errr, Master Splinter, that is) has this lil talk over a couple of drinks with the turtles during Happy Hour (ok, ok, it was really some sorta sensei-student-ninja-counselling thing) and goes sumthing along these lines:
Splinter: You are young, have loads of energy, testosterone, a very high sperm coun... errr, i mean, you are young...
TMNT: Ahuh, that we r, yessir Master Splinter sir...
Splinter: But one day, I will get my hairy rat's ass out of this sewer... (kidding... actually, his words were: but one day, I will be gone)
TMNT: No shit dude, look at u, ur like, OLD n stuff (kiddin again.. their reaction was more along the lines of 'OK, this sounds like serious shit, i better put this pizza away n sit down n listen')
So basically, to sum it all up, Splinter's tryin to tell em that right now ur havin fun n all that jazz, but one day i wont be around to take care of u, n ur gonna have to look after urselves, look after each other, clean up ur rooms by urself, wipe ur own ass, and, needless to mention, use ur ninja teachings wisely... u know the likes...
Now we get to the point of this blog:
After our capo training today, we all got a similar lecture from our instructor... n it reminded me of the above movie... n made me think. His words were sumthin like this:
Instructor: You guys are the advanced class. But I get better results from the beginner's class, since they train much more seriously n harder... u guys think its all ok right now, since capoeira's just a part-time thing for most of u, n everybody's a friend here... so when u train with them u dun wanna train hard for fear of injurin urself or the other person... but one day if some guy from another group comes to join our roda, ur gonna be in big trouble... ofcourse, first im gonna go head to head with him to make sure he doesnt cause trouble... but wut if im not there one day, and some guy comes along and messes around with u and u cant get back at him... its ur own problem...
Hearin all this got me thinkin mann... i mean, wut if one day he really isnt with us in a roda n some dude comes along n hands our asses back to us... damn... thought scares me... heck, not just that, wut if ur faced with a member of your OWN group who wants to take u down so bad he/she can taste it.. then what?? ur stuck with that forever...
n that got me thinkin.. I gotta stop slackin off... its not so much about training more, but rather bout training harder n smarter... cuz one day it might just happen... n rather than go home with a shattered knee or cut lip, id rather have the pride of successfully standin up n defendin myself (yeah, yeah, reminiscent of Custer's Last Stand, I know)..
Sigh... gotta work harder ppl... train harder, giv it all ive got... nothin comes easy...
who am i kidding?? I'm STILL a fan... well, not to the same extent, but I still think they were awesome characters, especially with those cool weapons n all...
neways, pardon the digression...
I owned a copy of their first movie.. aww mann, dun get me started on it, it was heaven for a kid like me who was so into martial arts n a big fan of ninja turtles, since it was the first realization of the shelled heroes on the big screen... Well, there was this one scene I recall, its where Splinter (errr, Master Splinter, that is) has this lil talk over a couple of drinks with the turtles during Happy Hour (ok, ok, it was really some sorta sensei-student-ninja-counselling thing) and goes sumthing along these lines:
Splinter: You are young, have loads of energy, testosterone, a very high sperm coun... errr, i mean, you are young...
TMNT: Ahuh, that we r, yessir Master Splinter sir...
Splinter: But one day, I will get my hairy rat's ass out of this sewer... (kidding... actually, his words were: but one day, I will be gone)
TMNT: No shit dude, look at u, ur like, OLD n stuff (kiddin again.. their reaction was more along the lines of 'OK, this sounds like serious shit, i better put this pizza away n sit down n listen')
So basically, to sum it all up, Splinter's tryin to tell em that right now ur havin fun n all that jazz, but one day i wont be around to take care of u, n ur gonna have to look after urselves, look after each other, clean up ur rooms by urself, wipe ur own ass, and, needless to mention, use ur ninja teachings wisely... u know the likes...
Now we get to the point of this blog:
After our capo training today, we all got a similar lecture from our instructor... n it reminded me of the above movie... n made me think. His words were sumthin like this:
Instructor: You guys are the advanced class. But I get better results from the beginner's class, since they train much more seriously n harder... u guys think its all ok right now, since capoeira's just a part-time thing for most of u, n everybody's a friend here... so when u train with them u dun wanna train hard for fear of injurin urself or the other person... but one day if some guy from another group comes to join our roda, ur gonna be in big trouble... ofcourse, first im gonna go head to head with him to make sure he doesnt cause trouble... but wut if im not there one day, and some guy comes along and messes around with u and u cant get back at him... its ur own problem...
Hearin all this got me thinkin mann... i mean, wut if one day he really isnt with us in a roda n some dude comes along n hands our asses back to us... damn... thought scares me... heck, not just that, wut if ur faced with a member of your OWN group who wants to take u down so bad he/she can taste it.. then what?? ur stuck with that forever...
n that got me thinkin.. I gotta stop slackin off... its not so much about training more, but rather bout training harder n smarter... cuz one day it might just happen... n rather than go home with a shattered knee or cut lip, id rather have the pride of successfully standin up n defendin myself (yeah, yeah, reminiscent of Custer's Last Stand, I know)..
Sigh... gotta work harder ppl... train harder, giv it all ive got... nothin comes easy...
Friday, March 24, 2006
Back To School!!
Hey... you... YES, YOU... check this out...
I'm gonna do something... that i have yet to do in any post in this entire blog..
curious??? well, you should be.. this incredible feat will be:
I'm gonna TRY not to complain.. (note the exquisite usage of the word 'Try', ladies n gentlemen)
ahuh... yeah... u lucked out on this one, buddy...
now, i COULD go on about how my injuries havent healed yet... but i wont
i COULD start about how strenuous my workout was yesterday (even though I enjoyed almost every second of it).... but i wont...
i COULD talk bout how seriously low on cash i am these days... but will i?? Nope...
i COULD drag on n on about how sleep-deprived I am during the week, especially this one.. but will i?? No Sir...
This time there will be NO complaints...
neways, since i cant think of anything to compl..err, i mean write about, im gonna share a memory with u guys... u know how, come September or January, there's all this 'Back to School' hype for the kids... a frenzy of shopping for schoolbags and supplies.. anyways, so whenever I hear this term, it brings back a particular memory I had in high school...
lets start from the beginning:
Millions and millions of years ago, dinosaurs roamed the earth.....
Umm.. wait... wrong story...
Ahh yes, here we go:
This happened in 2001 in the UK, during my final year of high school... School was in the city of Bath, n I'd headed down to London for the long weekend.. A classmate went along to London too, to visit his relatives. This buddy we'll call Tim.
So anyways, we head down to London, me visitin my cousins, him visitin his... so on Sunday we decide to chill out n all... met up, had a meal, hung out at Nike Town for a bit, checkin out suits for graduation, that sorta stuff... neways, we're chillin out...
before i go on, i gotta giv u some foreground on the story... we got to London by train, basically.. tickets paid for by school (they'd already extricated the money from us... literally.. cheap bastards).. so here's the deal, a school staff member went along to london as well.. and to ensure that we'd all return to school on time, he kept all our return tickets.. basically we'd have to meet him for the 6.45pm train Sunday evening... a couple of the younger kids groaned, moaned, complained (take ur pick of words), but basically u couldnt do shit about it... me n my friend, we're like, yeah we got no probs... so its cool.. so we head off... its all good mann...
neways, back to the story: so the 2 of us r chillin... n somehow one of us manages to glance at a clock... its frikkin 5pm... we're like ohh SHIT!!.. needless to say, we grabbed the train n rushed back... now, we decided that since my station was further away from Paddington station (where we'd catch the train back to Bath), id grab my stuff, meet him at his station, n we'd head there together... aight, sounds cool... so we do that...
I sprinted back home, packed my stuff (distinctly remember a FHM magazine with Katie Price a.k.a. Jordan in the UK), had second thoughts bout buyin a Halal pepperoni pizza, n got on the train.. I arrived at his station... n waited... i had no mobile phone at the time... he did.. lucky bastard... so im waitin for him... 20 mins... 25 mins.. 30 mins.. alright, I decided to call him up from a payphone... call him up n this happens:
Me: Yo Tim, where u at mann, ive been waitin for like.. ages
Tim: Yo dude.. i'm already on the way to Paddington
Me:.............................
Tim: (my name)... u there?
Me: WUTTHE****??
Tim: I was gettin late, so my uncle's like u better go
Me: Sigh.. alright, im gettin there asap..
So i literally slamdunk the phone receiver back into the holder... n im waitin for the train... only i realize, there's been no train goin to paddington since ive been here...
asked some dude, n he's like, oh that train doesnt come here anymore, so u have to go here n there, n then switch over to that train from there..
so i go... actually i didnt have time to do much of anything, cuz the next train came in just then.. so i did wut the guy told me, went here n there, n switched over to that train from there...
YES!! i made it... n its exactly 6.45pm.. awesome... the train barely opened its doors, n im outta there like Ben Johnson on steroids, carryin bout 2 tons worth of bags behind me... my shoulders r bleeding... and guess what:
I run into Paddington station JUST IN TIME to see my train pull out.. not to mention, the guy with my ticket was onboard.... i'll call him Devious Bastard from now on...doesnt matter though, cuz he doesnt appear in the story anymore.... so im watchin the train with my jaw hangin loose like i just got uppercut... n i see one of my friends just arrive as well.. n im thinkin.. atleast i made it here before him.. :P
neways, now i had a problem.. i had 20 bucks on me... ticket costs 30... sooo.... wut the heck do i do? so i see this friend of mine.. n i ask him how's he goin back, blah blah... turns out he's prolly the only dude who acted paranoid n kept his ticket to himself... we'll call him Lucky Bastard from now on... neways, so Lucky Bastard shows up... i ask him if he's got some extra cash.. the guy bullshits (REALLY easy to tell when he's bullshittin) n says he dun got anything... only the ticket back
so im like 'F**K!! now wut do i do???'
Im sittin there.. wonderin how im gonna sell my ass enuff to make some cash to get home.. just kiddin... was just wonderin bout how to get back... then i see a familiar figure approaching from the distance... WUTTHE!!! ITS TIM!!
so immediately im like 'DUDE!! u left on time to catch the train... wut the heck happened'... u wont believe wut his answer was.........
Tim: I fell asleep on the train, n went all the way to the last station...
Me: (Too shocked to say anything)...................... OOOKAYYY!! (looks up n whistles)
neways... so Tim had just 10 bucks n no ticket either... so we're totally dead.. (the thought that both our money put together cud get ONE ticket did cross my mind.. but i wasnt a bastard... Yet...)
so finally, we figure out.. the best possible way to get back ASAP.. is to get bus tickets.. which were like 11 bucks each.. so we headed down there.. turns out the next available bus is at 11PM.. no choice... bought the ticks.. ended up goofing off for the next 3 hrs... eatin some home-made chicken Tim's aunt packed.. even gave some to this homeless dude... invited him to join us for some chicken.. felt kinda nice to do sumthin for a homeless dude..
neways, so finally got on the bus... long drive back home.. did some thinking... Tim fell asleep n NEARLY missed our stop, so i had to kick him awake...
turns out we had just the right amount of cash to get us from the bus station to school... felt kinda weird roaming around the school halls at that hour (2.30AM, mind u...)
Sigh, the things we do in the pursuit of education...
Oh yeah, n the next day, the amount of heckling n shit we got from our classmates for missin the train was.. well.. pretty degrading.. so im not gonna write bout that...
Forgot to mention: Lucky Bastard took the next train back to school outta london.. did wanna ask him later how come he got from the train station back to school if he didnt have any extra cash... but i decided to let it go... wutever mann... we still ridiculed him for other shit thou...
I'm gonna do something... that i have yet to do in any post in this entire blog..
curious??? well, you should be.. this incredible feat will be:
I'm gonna TRY not to complain.. (note the exquisite usage of the word 'Try', ladies n gentlemen)
ahuh... yeah... u lucked out on this one, buddy...
now, i COULD go on about how my injuries havent healed yet... but i wont
i COULD start about how strenuous my workout was yesterday (even though I enjoyed almost every second of it).... but i wont...
i COULD talk bout how seriously low on cash i am these days... but will i?? Nope...
i COULD drag on n on about how sleep-deprived I am during the week, especially this one.. but will i?? No Sir...
This time there will be NO complaints...
neways, since i cant think of anything to compl..err, i mean write about, im gonna share a memory with u guys... u know how, come September or January, there's all this 'Back to School' hype for the kids... a frenzy of shopping for schoolbags and supplies.. anyways, so whenever I hear this term, it brings back a particular memory I had in high school...
lets start from the beginning:
Millions and millions of years ago, dinosaurs roamed the earth.....
Umm.. wait... wrong story...
Ahh yes, here we go:
This happened in 2001 in the UK, during my final year of high school... School was in the city of Bath, n I'd headed down to London for the long weekend.. A classmate went along to London too, to visit his relatives. This buddy we'll call Tim.
So anyways, we head down to London, me visitin my cousins, him visitin his... so on Sunday we decide to chill out n all... met up, had a meal, hung out at Nike Town for a bit, checkin out suits for graduation, that sorta stuff... neways, we're chillin out...
before i go on, i gotta giv u some foreground on the story... we got to London by train, basically.. tickets paid for by school (they'd already extricated the money from us... literally.. cheap bastards).. so here's the deal, a school staff member went along to london as well.. and to ensure that we'd all return to school on time, he kept all our return tickets.. basically we'd have to meet him for the 6.45pm train Sunday evening... a couple of the younger kids groaned, moaned, complained (take ur pick of words), but basically u couldnt do shit about it... me n my friend, we're like, yeah we got no probs... so its cool.. so we head off... its all good mann...
neways, back to the story: so the 2 of us r chillin... n somehow one of us manages to glance at a clock... its frikkin 5pm... we're like ohh SHIT!!.. needless to say, we grabbed the train n rushed back... now, we decided that since my station was further away from Paddington station (where we'd catch the train back to Bath), id grab my stuff, meet him at his station, n we'd head there together... aight, sounds cool... so we do that...
I sprinted back home, packed my stuff (distinctly remember a FHM magazine with Katie Price a.k.a. Jordan in the UK), had second thoughts bout buyin a Halal pepperoni pizza, n got on the train.. I arrived at his station... n waited... i had no mobile phone at the time... he did.. lucky bastard... so im waitin for him... 20 mins... 25 mins.. 30 mins.. alright, I decided to call him up from a payphone... call him up n this happens:
Me: Yo Tim, where u at mann, ive been waitin for like.. ages
Tim: Yo dude.. i'm already on the way to Paddington
Me:.............................
Tim: (my name)... u there?
Me: WUTTHE****??
Tim: I was gettin late, so my uncle's like u better go
Me: Sigh.. alright, im gettin there asap..
So i literally slamdunk the phone receiver back into the holder... n im waitin for the train... only i realize, there's been no train goin to paddington since ive been here...
asked some dude, n he's like, oh that train doesnt come here anymore, so u have to go here n there, n then switch over to that train from there..
so i go... actually i didnt have time to do much of anything, cuz the next train came in just then.. so i did wut the guy told me, went here n there, n switched over to that train from there...
YES!! i made it... n its exactly 6.45pm.. awesome... the train barely opened its doors, n im outta there like Ben Johnson on steroids, carryin bout 2 tons worth of bags behind me... my shoulders r bleeding... and guess what:
I run into Paddington station JUST IN TIME to see my train pull out.. not to mention, the guy with my ticket was onboard.... i'll call him Devious Bastard from now on...doesnt matter though, cuz he doesnt appear in the story anymore.... so im watchin the train with my jaw hangin loose like i just got uppercut... n i see one of my friends just arrive as well.. n im thinkin.. atleast i made it here before him.. :P
neways, now i had a problem.. i had 20 bucks on me... ticket costs 30... sooo.... wut the heck do i do? so i see this friend of mine.. n i ask him how's he goin back, blah blah... turns out he's prolly the only dude who acted paranoid n kept his ticket to himself... we'll call him Lucky Bastard from now on... neways, so Lucky Bastard shows up... i ask him if he's got some extra cash.. the guy bullshits (REALLY easy to tell when he's bullshittin) n says he dun got anything... only the ticket back
so im like 'F**K!! now wut do i do???'
Im sittin there.. wonderin how im gonna sell my ass enuff to make some cash to get home.. just kiddin... was just wonderin bout how to get back... then i see a familiar figure approaching from the distance... WUTTHE!!! ITS TIM!!
so immediately im like 'DUDE!! u left on time to catch the train... wut the heck happened'... u wont believe wut his answer was.........
Tim: I fell asleep on the train, n went all the way to the last station...
Me: (Too shocked to say anything)...................... OOOKAYYY!! (looks up n whistles)
neways... so Tim had just 10 bucks n no ticket either... so we're totally dead.. (the thought that both our money put together cud get ONE ticket did cross my mind.. but i wasnt a bastard... Yet...)
so finally, we figure out.. the best possible way to get back ASAP.. is to get bus tickets.. which were like 11 bucks each.. so we headed down there.. turns out the next available bus is at 11PM.. no choice... bought the ticks.. ended up goofing off for the next 3 hrs... eatin some home-made chicken Tim's aunt packed.. even gave some to this homeless dude... invited him to join us for some chicken.. felt kinda nice to do sumthin for a homeless dude..
neways, so finally got on the bus... long drive back home.. did some thinking... Tim fell asleep n NEARLY missed our stop, so i had to kick him awake...
turns out we had just the right amount of cash to get us from the bus station to school... felt kinda weird roaming around the school halls at that hour (2.30AM, mind u...)
Sigh, the things we do in the pursuit of education...
Oh yeah, n the next day, the amount of heckling n shit we got from our classmates for missin the train was.. well.. pretty degrading.. so im not gonna write bout that...
Forgot to mention: Lucky Bastard took the next train back to school outta london.. did wanna ask him later how come he got from the train station back to school if he didnt have any extra cash... but i decided to let it go... wutever mann... we still ridiculed him for other shit thou...
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Omens...
so here i am fallin asleep at work again...
I think its gonna be bad day for me today... The signs are as follows:
1) Slept at friggin 1.30AM... its in the AM, so it still counts as today... yeah i know it entirely my fault for not sleeping on time, but im in a derogatory mood, so help me.. plus i had this really cool capoeira/jackie chan DVD to watch...
2) I overslept in the morning (this might have had somethin to do with sleeping late... will confirm that)... n had to get showered n dressed in record time (Clark Kent wud be put to shame)
3) I then arrived ridiculously early for work at 7.30...
4) Got caught makin one too many peanut butter sandwiches for myself
5) Tea wasnt hot
6) Was offered somethin to eat... was some sort of malay delicacy.. it tasted... different... so different I swore never to eat it again...
7) I am literally, repeatedly, going into hibernation in the office, right in front of the PC
8) Am currently broke
Yep, I can imagine the day gettin better.. but maybe thats just cuz it (hopefully) cant get any worse...
Weekend aint far away mann... I can see it in the horizon..
I think its gonna be bad day for me today... The signs are as follows:
1) Slept at friggin 1.30AM... its in the AM, so it still counts as today... yeah i know it entirely my fault for not sleeping on time, but im in a derogatory mood, so help me.. plus i had this really cool capoeira/jackie chan DVD to watch...
2) I overslept in the morning (this might have had somethin to do with sleeping late... will confirm that)... n had to get showered n dressed in record time (Clark Kent wud be put to shame)
3) I then arrived ridiculously early for work at 7.30...
4) Got caught makin one too many peanut butter sandwiches for myself
5) Tea wasnt hot
6) Was offered somethin to eat... was some sort of malay delicacy.. it tasted... different... so different I swore never to eat it again...
7) I am literally, repeatedly, going into hibernation in the office, right in front of the PC
8) Am currently broke
Yep, I can imagine the day gettin better.. but maybe thats just cuz it (hopefully) cant get any worse...
Weekend aint far away mann... I can see it in the horizon..
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
its c-c-c-c-ccc-ooollddd.. in KL!!!
Hmm.. been a while since I last wrote sumthin here... Its not like i havent had somethin to complain/whine about... just that I havent been bothered lately... plus, the feedback I get from some folks about how negative n spiteful my posts r... well, read the title ppl, thats wut its all about in this blog... so either read it, or beat it...
neways... nothin new happenin lately... got back to training... had my first session yesterday since the injury.. turned out to be a bit more taxing than I expected.. not that it was unbelievably exhausting, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I barely slept an hour the night before..
They say there r 3 essential pillars of physical fitness or success in any physical endeavour... miss out on any one of them, and any amounts of the other 2 wont be able to make up for it: Training, Diet, Rest...
Cud it be the diet?? very very possible.. i mean hey, there r only so many veggies a guy's system can digest before he starts reminiscing about the aroma emanating from his one true love: Beef...
Yes I enjoy chicken too... thoroughly.. though Id like to proudly admit the current bird-flu scare has deterred me from consuming my daily portions of our H5N1 infested friend, it'd just be a lie... n i prefer tellin the truth n stickin it out (unless there's personal physical pain involved, ofcourse)... ive been eating chicken like there's no tomorrow... come to think of it, wut if there ARE no chickens left tomorrow??? I guess my diet might be responsible for half of that, but thats beside the point mann... theyre dyin... EAT EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!! err.... wait, i meant SAVE EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!!!
Guess I gotta cut down on the fast food n junk...
Training... well, those of you who know me personally know thats one department I'm certainly not lacking in... I try to train 5 days a week (notice the word 'try').. But there is sumthin called overtraining, but ive heard that happens more commonly with weight-training... still, if ur not gettin enuff sleep, whilst at the same time managing to screw ur health on a SERIOUSLY greased/lubricated/oiled/deep-fried diet... well, welcome to Obe-City (obesity, get it?? no?? get lost..) n ofcourse, Fatigue-ville... come to think of it, I'm a definite supporter for the notion that we should all sleep more often.. sometimes in groups of 2 or above (with certain applicable rules, ofcourse)... however, there's seems to be a general frowning upon that sort of thinking within the office environment.. I mean, hey, i'm only nappin so I can be more productive for the remainder of my working hours... yeah, they should DEFINITELY be payin me for that... sleep on our OWN time?? naahhh no way, thats for party-time...
Basically, I've started realizing what a difference the proper amount of sleep can make in your workouts.. sure i knew it before.. i just chose to ignore it... but for some reason I seem to be more worn out these days... r the effects of symptoms of old age finally catching up with me?? I'm a few months above 23, so I guess I can safely rule that one out...
Anyways, I'm thinkin of goin back to the gym today... spoke to my instructor last nite, got a basic outline of the gym routine he follows so as to strengthen myself appropriately for capoeira... have a lil wager goin on in the back of my head: 10 bucks says i'll wimp out before the first squat n blame it on the shoulder injury... still am frikkin sleepy though... definitely need to dive right into bed as soon as i get home from training...
I'm kinda afraid of that gym though... not cuz of all the national body-builders who workout there n stuff.. aint no way theyre gonna be able to embarass my lil build by showin off their Hulk-like bulks... ive been way too embarassed in life already to take somethin like that seriously... nahh... wut scares me is I have a tendency of gettin into fights... n the odds r usually against me (we're talkin ohh...maybe 5 guys to 1...) since i always workout alone... n plus, there r steroid pushers in the gym... they go crazy mann...
sigh... lets see how it goes.. still frikkin sleepy thou... n the arctic conditions in my office arent helping either...i think if i look around, i might find an eskimo somewhere in the conference room... bitch better be sellin some parkas...
later ppl... it aint easy sittin here dozing off n tryin to think of my next line at the same time..
neways... nothin new happenin lately... got back to training... had my first session yesterday since the injury.. turned out to be a bit more taxing than I expected.. not that it was unbelievably exhausting, but I think it has more to do with the fact that I barely slept an hour the night before..
They say there r 3 essential pillars of physical fitness or success in any physical endeavour... miss out on any one of them, and any amounts of the other 2 wont be able to make up for it: Training, Diet, Rest...
Cud it be the diet?? very very possible.. i mean hey, there r only so many veggies a guy's system can digest before he starts reminiscing about the aroma emanating from his one true love: Beef...
Yes I enjoy chicken too... thoroughly.. though Id like to proudly admit the current bird-flu scare has deterred me from consuming my daily portions of our H5N1 infested friend, it'd just be a lie... n i prefer tellin the truth n stickin it out (unless there's personal physical pain involved, ofcourse)... ive been eating chicken like there's no tomorrow... come to think of it, wut if there ARE no chickens left tomorrow??? I guess my diet might be responsible for half of that, but thats beside the point mann... theyre dyin... EAT EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!! err.... wait, i meant SAVE EM BEFORE THEY GO OUT!!!
Guess I gotta cut down on the fast food n junk...
Training... well, those of you who know me personally know thats one department I'm certainly not lacking in... I try to train 5 days a week (notice the word 'try').. But there is sumthin called overtraining, but ive heard that happens more commonly with weight-training... still, if ur not gettin enuff sleep, whilst at the same time managing to screw ur health on a SERIOUSLY greased/lubricated/oiled/deep-fried diet... well, welcome to Obe-City (obesity, get it?? no?? get lost..) n ofcourse, Fatigue-ville... come to think of it, I'm a definite supporter for the notion that we should all sleep more often.. sometimes in groups of 2 or above (with certain applicable rules, ofcourse)... however, there's seems to be a general frowning upon that sort of thinking within the office environment.. I mean, hey, i'm only nappin so I can be more productive for the remainder of my working hours... yeah, they should DEFINITELY be payin me for that... sleep on our OWN time?? naahhh no way, thats for party-time...
Basically, I've started realizing what a difference the proper amount of sleep can make in your workouts.. sure i knew it before.. i just chose to ignore it... but for some reason I seem to be more worn out these days... r the effects of symptoms of old age finally catching up with me?? I'm a few months above 23, so I guess I can safely rule that one out...
Anyways, I'm thinkin of goin back to the gym today... spoke to my instructor last nite, got a basic outline of the gym routine he follows so as to strengthen myself appropriately for capoeira... have a lil wager goin on in the back of my head: 10 bucks says i'll wimp out before the first squat n blame it on the shoulder injury... still am frikkin sleepy though... definitely need to dive right into bed as soon as i get home from training...
I'm kinda afraid of that gym though... not cuz of all the national body-builders who workout there n stuff.. aint no way theyre gonna be able to embarass my lil build by showin off their Hulk-like bulks... ive been way too embarassed in life already to take somethin like that seriously... nahh... wut scares me is I have a tendency of gettin into fights... n the odds r usually against me (we're talkin ohh...maybe 5 guys to 1...) since i always workout alone... n plus, there r steroid pushers in the gym... they go crazy mann...
sigh... lets see how it goes.. still frikkin sleepy thou... n the arctic conditions in my office arent helping either...i think if i look around, i might find an eskimo somewhere in the conference room... bitch better be sellin some parkas...
later ppl... it aint easy sittin here dozing off n tryin to think of my next line at the same time..
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Love of the game mann... Love of the game...
I've read books on a certain basketball player... im sure u've heard of him... dude goes by the moniker of Air Jordan, won 6 rings in 8 yrs, balled with the Chicago Bulls, sportin #23 all over the frikkin globe... yeah, 'heard of him' is an understatement, i know... shut up...
neways, both the books I read on the dude... documented the one period of his career where he faced being temporarily sidelined due to a severe foot injury... n the guy missed out about 62 games over the course of an 82-game season.. anyways...
I remember readin bout how the dude couldnt bear to watch his team play without him, n how he'd be fightin against management so they'd let him play limited minutes at the very least, if not the entire game.. I remember thinkin, dude, we know you love the game, but ur injury's serious, it cud get worse with another minor hit... but that never entered the dude's head... eventually the injury healed completely n the dude got back to dominating the game like we all know him to do, immediately droppin 63 on Larry Bird n what not..
neways, i aint writin to talk bout Jordan's highlights... much respect to the dude, this blog alone wouldnt be enuff to document all of those...
pertaining to the topic in mind, I recently understood his mindframe during his period of injury.. I got injured last week tryin out some flashy Capoeira move... its not crippling, Thank God, just a muscle pull (or worse, a tear, but i think id be screaming in pain if that happened).. its takin a while to heal... to be honest I cud play through the pain, since my love for the art is that strong... but i know in my mind its better to let it heal, or it could worsen, leaving me out of action for longer...
truth is, ive missed almost a week of classes... N it hurts mann... no matter the pain in my arm when i wake up each morning for almost the past week... no matter the fact that I had to consciously ignore the pain everytime I tried liftin my arm vertically... its nothin compared to the pain I feel everyday realizin I gotta miss another day of training cuz its better to let this heal... in all actuality, I could have limped my way through training if thats wut it took, but it was other reasons preventing me from attending training this week... but everytime I realized id be missin another training session, the image of MJ screaming at his coach from the sideline to let him into the game comes rushin back.. n i understand wut it must have been like...
n now i TRULY understand, wut causes a person to go on as if its the last thing he'll ever do.. to ignore all logical reason n go all out.. to ignore the pain that deters him from doin wut he loves to do n appear to be superhuman to onlookers... to feel compelled to defy all odds... to look on in wanton, then finally sayin to himself 'Screw It' n steppin out to do what he loves best... its called..
The Love of the Game...
P.S. I'm headin back to training tomorrow no matter how severe the pain... can barely hold up a berimbau, but just bein there puts me at ease... dunno bout the Bangsar Roda thou...
neways, both the books I read on the dude... documented the one period of his career where he faced being temporarily sidelined due to a severe foot injury... n the guy missed out about 62 games over the course of an 82-game season.. anyways...
I remember readin bout how the dude couldnt bear to watch his team play without him, n how he'd be fightin against management so they'd let him play limited minutes at the very least, if not the entire game.. I remember thinkin, dude, we know you love the game, but ur injury's serious, it cud get worse with another minor hit... but that never entered the dude's head... eventually the injury healed completely n the dude got back to dominating the game like we all know him to do, immediately droppin 63 on Larry Bird n what not..
neways, i aint writin to talk bout Jordan's highlights... much respect to the dude, this blog alone wouldnt be enuff to document all of those...
pertaining to the topic in mind, I recently understood his mindframe during his period of injury.. I got injured last week tryin out some flashy Capoeira move... its not crippling, Thank God, just a muscle pull (or worse, a tear, but i think id be screaming in pain if that happened).. its takin a while to heal... to be honest I cud play through the pain, since my love for the art is that strong... but i know in my mind its better to let it heal, or it could worsen, leaving me out of action for longer...
truth is, ive missed almost a week of classes... N it hurts mann... no matter the pain in my arm when i wake up each morning for almost the past week... no matter the fact that I had to consciously ignore the pain everytime I tried liftin my arm vertically... its nothin compared to the pain I feel everyday realizin I gotta miss another day of training cuz its better to let this heal... in all actuality, I could have limped my way through training if thats wut it took, but it was other reasons preventing me from attending training this week... but everytime I realized id be missin another training session, the image of MJ screaming at his coach from the sideline to let him into the game comes rushin back.. n i understand wut it must have been like...
n now i TRULY understand, wut causes a person to go on as if its the last thing he'll ever do.. to ignore all logical reason n go all out.. to ignore the pain that deters him from doin wut he loves to do n appear to be superhuman to onlookers... to feel compelled to defy all odds... to look on in wanton, then finally sayin to himself 'Screw It' n steppin out to do what he loves best... its called..
The Love of the Game...
P.S. I'm headin back to training tomorrow no matter how severe the pain... can barely hold up a berimbau, but just bein there puts me at ease... dunno bout the Bangsar Roda thou...
ZZzzzZZzzz..
Its about... 3.40 PM as I write this post... I'm...ZzZzZzZzzz...
Sorry... where was i?? oh yes... as u may have guessed, im sleepy... in fact, its wrong to just say im sleepy.. im terribly, insanely, incurably, immensely, dreadfully, horribly in need of some serious slumber... I was up all night.. ALL frikkin NIGHT!!! now i know wut ur thinking:
What ur thinkin: Dude, arent u like... done with uni n studyin n stuff?
What im sezin: yeah.. totally.. except there's hopefully a masters education comin up soon, bro
What ur thinkin: So then, wtf were u doin up all night long?
What im sezin:
because a certain (unnamed) university, to whose Masters in Computer Science program I'm applying to, require me to upload some application documents by 8AM this morning... so at 2AM, as I proceed to methodically proceed to key in the URL and 'hit' the Enter key, i get:
Cannot Find Server
is that CRAZY or wut?? i try it again.. www.uni-name-.com... same damn result..
N check this out, this isnt just the application website... the ENTIRE university's site is down...so i thought, must be sum maintenance work n all.. i waited up, watch TV for a bit.. n got back to it.. SAME DAMN THING!! Called up my friend to double check the URL, he got the same message too... Finally after waitin another hour or so, I dial up the university (which is all the way in the US, btw) n spoke to the receptionist.. Turns out, the receptionist is COMPLETELY unaware that the website is down... even worse, she's able to access it (after all, she's on the intranet).. neways, she was helpful in noting my contact information and notifying the relevant authorities of the problem.. So it was that I dozed off at 6AM with a finger on the 'F5' key... woke up with a jump-start at 7... automatically pressed the button.. WHADDAYA KNOW!!! its workin... ITS BOUT DAMN TIME, BITCH!!!
so i upload my stuff, finally submit the application at bout 7.30... n dropped on the bed... for a few peaceful hours of rest.. only to be rudely awoken at 8AM by my own alarm, reminding me I had to literally drag my ass to work once more...
I swear Im not even aware of what im typing.. my fingers r doing the talkin... my eyes r.... dreamin...
ZzZzzZZZzzzzz........
Sorry... where was i?? oh yes... as u may have guessed, im sleepy... in fact, its wrong to just say im sleepy.. im terribly, insanely, incurably, immensely, dreadfully, horribly in need of some serious slumber... I was up all night.. ALL frikkin NIGHT!!! now i know wut ur thinking:
What ur thinkin: Dude, arent u like... done with uni n studyin n stuff?
What im sezin: yeah.. totally.. except there's hopefully a masters education comin up soon, bro
What ur thinkin: So then, wtf were u doin up all night long?
What im sezin:
because a certain (unnamed) university, to whose Masters in Computer Science program I'm applying to, require me to upload some application documents by 8AM this morning... so at 2AM, as I proceed to methodically proceed to key in the URL and 'hit' the Enter key, i get:
Cannot Find Server
is that CRAZY or wut?? i try it again.. www.uni-name-.com... same damn result..
N check this out, this isnt just the application website... the ENTIRE university's site is down...so i thought, must be sum maintenance work n all.. i waited up, watch TV for a bit.. n got back to it.. SAME DAMN THING!! Called up my friend to double check the URL, he got the same message too... Finally after waitin another hour or so, I dial up the university (which is all the way in the US, btw) n spoke to the receptionist.. Turns out, the receptionist is COMPLETELY unaware that the website is down... even worse, she's able to access it (after all, she's on the intranet).. neways, she was helpful in noting my contact information and notifying the relevant authorities of the problem.. So it was that I dozed off at 6AM with a finger on the 'F5' key... woke up with a jump-start at 7... automatically pressed the button.. WHADDAYA KNOW!!! its workin... ITS BOUT DAMN TIME, BITCH!!!
so i upload my stuff, finally submit the application at bout 7.30... n dropped on the bed... for a few peaceful hours of rest.. only to be rudely awoken at 8AM by my own alarm, reminding me I had to literally drag my ass to work once more...
I swear Im not even aware of what im typing.. my fingers r doing the talkin... my eyes r.... dreamin...
ZzZzzZZZzzzzz........
Monday, March 13, 2006
i hate...
i hate my line of work....
I hate coming in to save the day when people's stupidity puts them in precarious positions..
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question in english...
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question... period...
i hate not bein paid...
i hate this work... where i have to design webpage after webpage after webpage... n that im not learning anything on the job...
i hate not bein able to have a REAL - and paying - job in this country...
i hate not enjoying the environment i work in...
i hate the fact that after almost 2 months of workin here, i still go out for lunch by myself... cuz i prefer my own company and thoughts over those of others...
i hate people who suck up to the boss...
i hate people who speak in a different dialect whenever theyre around u, in order to drill into ur head that ur an outsider, especially in the workplace...
i hate the fact that i have not been provided with the same amenities as the other employees, as i am a temp here...
i hate the person who i work for (not talkin bout the boss here), who's the most obvious imitation of Bob Barker ive ever seen (imagine a puppet), n obviously has no clue that there's life outside a PC, n who never smiles when necessary, but plasters a bitch-ass grin on his face when some lame joke is heard... i also hate the fact that i have to restrain from bitch-slapping that grin off his face...
i hate people who assign you work, and then proceed to work on the same thing without notifying u, in order to show u they can do a better job than u can... i mean y waste my time with the job then, fuckface??
i hate hypocrites.... n i also hate the fact that i can be one at times...
i hate not enjoying the community i live in...
i hate the notion that people will pretend to be ur friends thru thick n thin when u treat them right... but when u decide to stand up for urself, they decide ur not worthy of their friendship anymore...
i hate politics... all kinds of it...
i hate the fact that people show no consideration for others on the road, n the idea that they must dominate the road...
i hate people who use others...
i hate people who believe they are intellectually superior to others if they can lie to them, trick them, fool them, betray them or prank them... they are sadly mistaken...
i also hate the fact that all this negativity dwells within me...
most of all, i hate the fact that i cant change any of that right here, right now... but i dont know if i really can...or want to...
n i dont give 2 fucks if you hate me for all the stuff i just said...
I hate coming in to save the day when people's stupidity puts them in precarious positions..
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question in english...
i hate people who look at you like idiots when u speak to them/ask them a question... period...
i hate not bein paid...
i hate this work... where i have to design webpage after webpage after webpage... n that im not learning anything on the job...
i hate not bein able to have a REAL - and paying - job in this country...
i hate not enjoying the environment i work in...
i hate the fact that after almost 2 months of workin here, i still go out for lunch by myself... cuz i prefer my own company and thoughts over those of others...
i hate people who suck up to the boss...
i hate people who speak in a different dialect whenever theyre around u, in order to drill into ur head that ur an outsider, especially in the workplace...
i hate the fact that i have not been provided with the same amenities as the other employees, as i am a temp here...
i hate the person who i work for (not talkin bout the boss here), who's the most obvious imitation of Bob Barker ive ever seen (imagine a puppet), n obviously has no clue that there's life outside a PC, n who never smiles when necessary, but plasters a bitch-ass grin on his face when some lame joke is heard... i also hate the fact that i have to restrain from bitch-slapping that grin off his face...
i hate people who assign you work, and then proceed to work on the same thing without notifying u, in order to show u they can do a better job than u can... i mean y waste my time with the job then, fuckface??
i hate hypocrites.... n i also hate the fact that i can be one at times...
i hate not enjoying the community i live in...
i hate the notion that people will pretend to be ur friends thru thick n thin when u treat them right... but when u decide to stand up for urself, they decide ur not worthy of their friendship anymore...
i hate politics... all kinds of it...
i hate the fact that people show no consideration for others on the road, n the idea that they must dominate the road...
i hate people who use others...
i hate people who believe they are intellectually superior to others if they can lie to them, trick them, fool them, betray them or prank them... they are sadly mistaken...
i also hate the fact that all this negativity dwells within me...
most of all, i hate the fact that i cant change any of that right here, right now... but i dont know if i really can...or want to...
n i dont give 2 fucks if you hate me for all the stuff i just said...
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