Random Solitary Thoughts

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

(continued from previous post...)

The Seventh day of the Week of the Caterpillar of the month of the Slug, of the year of the Goat...

Finally arrived in the desert town of Lut Gholein. The weather is terrible. I've got sand in my hair and almost everywhere else. Aliza is now very comfortable with the gypsy girls. Cain is now in a delirium from not having enough pot to smoke.

Upon arrival, we were asked to leave. We wanted to leave but ships were ordered to be moored until the city is safe. What the @#$??!? Went to see Prince Jerhyn. Silly bureaucratic brat wouldn't tell us anything. But he did allow the gypsy girls to stay in his palace... the horny @#$%@^!!! Instead, he asked us to see this one woman who apparently has something we can do to help. I mean why should we help someone who's going to kick us out anyway?

Went to see disillusioned, mundane woman who claims she wants revenge for some creature who killed her family. Who doesn't? She agreed to let us stay until ships can move again if we kill the creature. We agreed, (I mean how hard can it be?) but Aliza wasn't too keen on leaving the town. I can guess why...

The Third day of the Week of the Naked Mole Rat of the month of the Slug, of the year of the Goat...

Killed the mummy who killed disillusioned woman's family. Decided to bring back momento of her husband's hand to her. She was so happy she ran to the pier and jumped off. Meshif the Sailor found her body two hours later. Moral of the story? Do not be too hasty to seek revenge, or your dead husband's hand will return to you and you will jump off the pier and die and a drunken sailor will find your body two hours later. This is so mundane...

Oh, found an old book but since it's covered with maggots, decided to leave it in the sewers.

The Fifth day of the Week of the Naked Mole Rat of the month of the Slug, of the year of the Goat...

Aliza spent the day in the palace with the gypsy girls. How mundane can she be?

The Seventh day of the Week of the Naked Mole Rat of the month of the Slug, of the year of the Goat...

Cain rambles on and on about some mundane artifacts that's supposingly powerful or something. Now Jerhyn is asking us to get them or he'll throw us out. Aliza fumed at the idea and he considered lettign her stay. But he'll still throw me out! What a jerk! Decided to get new pack of javelins and go artifact hunting a la Tomb Raider!

The Seventh day of the Week of the Three-toed Sloth of the month of the Slug, of the year of the Goat...

Found all three artifacts. Cain identified them and declared them useless. He has obviously been smoking pot again. Jerhyn wanted to throw him out but he persuaded Jerhyn with his sex stories. He definitely has been smoking too much pot. He made some staff out of the artifact pieces and gave it to me. What do I look like, a grandmother?

(to be continued..)

Sunday, January 26, 2003

The Amazonian Journal of the Journey to the East

The first day of the Week of the Hamster of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

I am so utterly convinced that someone or something is out there, trying to scare me from my home. It could be because of the recent troubles that I hear coming from Tristram. A plate of unfinished chicken rice was left on the table. Who in their right mind would leave unfinish food out in the open? Forget that. Who in their right mind DOESN'T finish his food? The thought lingers in my mind as I carry on with my daily activities of feeding the cow, milking the cow, washing the cow... preparing the cow for slaughtering... I mean, how many things can one do with one cow?!?

Bow and Crossbow training is next on my oh-so-boring and mundane morning. I like the word mundane. I dunno why but I like it. It has a nice ring to it. Okay, enough of that nonsense. Back to training.

The second day of the Week of the Hamster of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Woke up to find another plate of unfinished chicken rice on the dining table. Pretty convinced that something is out to get me! Will have to step up Spear and Javelin training later on... But first have to feed the cow, milk the cow, wash the cow... prep... oh wait... didn't I slaughter the cow yesterday? Right... now I'll have to chop up the meat, salt the meat, bring the meat to the market, sell the meat, buy more meat... come home and eat... I mean how mundane can one's like be? There I go again.. mundane.. I really like this word!

The third day of the Week of the Hamster of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

The plate miraculously appears again on the dining table. I must talk to my housemate about this. Something is definitely up. Will practice with magic arrows today. But before that, need to feed the chicken, wash the chicken, milk the chicken.. er.. I mean, egg the chicken... de-feather the chicken... I mean, how many things can one do with a chicken?!? Mundane mundane... I really really like this word... XD

The fourth day of the Week of the Hamster of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Unfinished plate of rice with egg sighted on dining table today. Maybe it's because there's no more chicken. Will have to practice lightning spear techniques later. Housemate have confirmed that he is moving out to seek his fortune in the Cold Plains. Fool! I say to him! He will only get himself killed, that brat! No matter, one less mouth to feed. Heard rumours from the goat-seller that Tristram has finally fallen to the hands of the Dark Wanderer. Rumour has it that he is heading towards the Rouge Encampment. I sense something big is happening. Maybe a feast or something... other than that... mundane as usual... sigh...

The fifth day of the Week of the Hamster of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

The mystery of the unfinished plate of food has been solved. As of today, no unfinished plate of food was seen on the dining table! The unfinished food which always appears has disappeared as mysteriously as it has come! If only my housemate was hear to share the good news. Anyway, heard from the townsfolk that my housemate was killed trying to clear the Den of Evil. Hah! I knew he was a wuss! Still, I can't help feeling sorry for the guy. The poor whelp couldn't even wash his own dishes, let alone handle a butter knife. Too bad he had to be stupid as well and get himself killed. Ah well... I'll have to feed the goat, milk the goat, wash the goat, slaughter the goat... and then train my various acrobatic skills... The day is mundane as usual...

The sixth day of the Week of the Hamster of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

No time to write. Our Queen has given the order that a few choosen ones are to gather and go forth to the Rouge encampment to hunt down the Dark Wanderer. Apparently when he left Tristram in shambles, he accidently killed the Queen's toy boy. Unfortunately, he's also her favourite. So, to appease her wrath, she is sending me and a four others to track down this wanderer and put and end to his miserable attempts to seduce her. (Well, that's what she said anyway...) Packing is such a boring mundane chore... must make a note to myself so as to not forget my favourite spear.

The Third day of the Week of the Guinea Pig of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Finally had a few minutes to write. I forgot my favourite spear! Curses... will have to make do with cheap javelins for now. It has been four days of endless battles since we arrive at the Rouge Encampment. I can understand why my housemate died. The monsters roaming the land are weak. My housemate was weaker. One of my fellow party members perished at the hands of Blood Raven, the dead rouge who died and was brought back to life and corrupted at the hands of the Demoness Andariel. I know it makes no sense, but that's what the witch woman Akara says, so we have to believe it or else we get thrown out of the encampment. Seeing these de-spirited rouges makes me feel mundane. Oh, ya, I killed Blood Raven after she killed my teammate but I do not know how one can kill one who is already dead, but anyways she died again, and I don't think she's coming back anytime soon. Plus, I got some lousy helmet for it. I mean, what's it gonna do to my hair?

The Third day of the Week of the Guinea Pig of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Came back from Tristram ala 'Town Portal'!!! The place is a mess! No wonder our Queen was so pissed with the Wanderer. The whole place was burnt. I used to remember it in its days of glory when Griswold the blacksmith would joke with everyone including the kids (I was a kid back then). Now all that's left of him is a dead, infested, corrupted walking corpse who I had to put out of misery. Tears almost filled my eyes seeing him like that... then, he hit me, so I impaled him and did numerous merciless things to him before he lay motionless on the ground.

The place needless to say was overrun by minions. And exploding cows. Don't get me wrong, cows don't usually explode but they did anyway. And oh, we found Wirt's body. The cheating b@$%@#$ used to cheat me out of my week's allowance everytime he sold me some piece of worthless junk! Plus, the horny b@$%@# always tries to make me bend down or squat so that he could peek under my loinskin! Glad to see him dead. Found a lot of cash on his corpse. Took what he owed me plus his peg leg. Don't know why I did it, but I think it may come in useful later on.

Managed to save Deckard Cain, the last of the Horadrim and the Queen's boy toy. Apparently he survived as opposed to the rumours. Must remember to poke out goat-seller's eyes for giving false information to the Queen and making us come here for nothing. The party, having finished our mission wanted to go home, but decided to pay Andariel a visit for causing us much pain, and to avenge the loss of our friend. Other than that, it was a mundane event. The usual blood and gore... nothing extraordinary... Feeling (words smeared by teardrops) now... need to sl.. (again smeared by teardrops) (Editor's note: Entry stopped abruptly here...)

The Second day of the Week of the Rabbit of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Tamoe Highlands. We have breached the monastery and made it into the inner cloister. Lost another comrade (comrade... sounds odd... doesn't have a nice ring to it, unlike mundane. I shall not use this word again...) during the battle with the Smith who guards the Horadric Malus which Charsi the whiny Blacksmith at the camp needs to forge more powerful weapons. Not to say her weapons are any good to begin with...

Spent last night in the catacombs. Rats are not tasty at all. Tomorrow, we will probably be facing Andariel the Demoness. Apparently she's afraid of fire. Funny though, considering she was born out of the fires of hell. Well, nothing to do but trust old witch tales. Ah... my shift is ending, time to sleep...

The Third day of the Week of the Rabbit of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

At last with her last breath of poison, she fell to the ground, but not without taking one of our friends with her. The b@$#%!!! Anger filled my last remaining teammate, and she continuously stabbed Andariel's lifeless corpse with a series of quick jabs! I had to pull her back before she could damage the head, as we need it for proof of our victory! But, as we were heading back, she grabbed her spear and impaled Andariel from bottom to top. (Apparently, she was in love with our fallen companion...) Just at that moment, a party comprising a Paladin, a Barbarian, a Necromancer, and a Sorceress barged in! Too bad, they missed the fight!

I stood there consoling my companion, as they left the catacombs. When we arrived back at the encampment, a huge feast was underway! We approached, only to find that the party of four had proclaimed themselves the saviours of the land! They had claimed that they killed Andariel and as proof, produced a demon head! But the rogues can't tell the difference between a lowly demon and Andariel and thus hailed them as heroes. My companion rushed forth to protest, but we received hostilities instead. The rogues blamed us for bringing the troubles to them. I mean, what the !@$#?!??!?

Being the more sensible one, I tore my friend away from the mob and we hurriedly left the camp. These losers can go party all they want! Moving out, we noticed someone following us... I turned and grabbed hold of the monster, ready to strike when I realised it was none other than Deckard Cain! We had forgotten about him! He proceeded to follow us, knowing that we will have to protect hima dn keep him alive for the sake of our Queen. Of course, if left at the rouge camp, they will eventually kill him when they found out that all the ancient Horadrim did was party all day and night, and that their advice, and 'wisdom' was none other than drug induced ramblings!

So we headed out towards the jungles where our Amazonian tribes lay. Hopefully dawn will soon arrive and I can finally sleep while these two prepare breakfast. I hate night shifts... they're so mundane...

The Third day of the Week of the Wombat of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

One week of travelling and still no sign of greenery. No food. Not much water. One shriveling old man making a whole lot of noise. One lesbian Amazon clinging on to me as if I am the replacement of her lost lover. One measly stick of javelin left to keep us alive after old senile Horadrim used the rest for firewood!!! Life is so mundane...

The Fifth day of the Week of the Wombat of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Saw a wandering party of caravans heading towards us. Waved and managed to flag down the leader. Leader refused to let us travel with them. Bartered old senile Horadrim for food and shelter and traveling expenses. Travelled with merchant caravans heading east to the desert town of Lut Gholein. Had a nice chit chat with the gypsy girls. Life ain't so mundane anymore...

The Sixth day of the Week of the Wombat of the month of the Rooster, of the year of the Goat...

Caravan leader Warriv returned Cain to us. He claimed that Cain wasn't as good in bed as we had promised. Wanted to throw us out but gypsy girls came to the rescue. Gypsy girls took a liking for Aliza, my companion in travel and in war. Aliza agreed to 'keep gypsy girls happy' in exchange for passage. Warriv agrees. Aliza doesn't seem so mundane anymore. She's actually prettier now that she smiles... shucks.. what am I thinking? Been around her too long...

The First day of the Week of the Caterpillar of the month of the Slug, of the year of the Goat...

Aliza has grown very fond of the gypsy girls. Cain is getting fond of Warriv. Warriv is definitely NOT fond of Cain. Warriv is getting fond of me. I'm not too fond of Warriv nor of his cooking. Am having mundane dreams about the Barbarian I saw back in the Rouge Encampment. This is not good... Only a few more days to go... only a few more mundane days...

(to be continued... )

Friday, January 24, 2003

Another day brings forth much responsibility on my part. My earthly charge, the unentertaining Kalamari, has once again done the impossible. He has brought boredom to an evolutionary standard, combining both sloth and lethargy together to create an unbroken blend of utter boredomness. Much of which rubs off on me, his unfortunate guardian.

Why oh why must His Almigthy place such a task on me? What have I done to forsaken the Heavens? Have I not done my duties? Have I not praise thee in thy good name? Have I not saved mindless bachelors from rotting in their rooms by placing an occasional cleanliness freak? Was it because my apple pies didn't turn out quite the way they were supposed to? Was it because of the frog I put into your soup last century?

Anyhow, my earthly charge has been most irritable these few days. Thanks to the fact that some idiot screwed up his internet connection in the office, he has been skulking around doing mindless things like work! Besides that, he has been taking his frustrations out on strenuous activities for four nights in a row! I must see Hades about this...

The workload has finally taken a toll on my mortal guardianee. He has succumbed to the pleasures of sleeping during office hours, which resulted in 15 minute naps in the lavatory. This is so wrong. I shall have to punish him by adding maggots to his trash! This, I shall see Loki about.. he's best at what he does. On the brighter side, at least with his compact schedule, my earthly responsibility sleeps more soundly, thus I do not have to ritually look through the archieves to feed his perverted mind with images and suggestions of earthly pleasures... what a sickening task this is! Imagine tons of earthly females flooding one's mind! Putrid, putrid putrid. How can humans love that kind of thing? Now, that Valkyrie on the Eastern side is a different matter...

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

It was hunger which drew the lone adventurer towards the scent of three-weeks old bread. The hunger pangs gripped him like an icy vise, slowly draining his remaining strength as he struggled on his belly in hope of one last chance at survival. He touches the crust of the maggoty bread... only to have it taken away from him by a nearby meerkat. He watches as the meerkat nibbles on the maggots. He stares as the animal throws down the bread after finishing off the maggots. He lays there, unable to move. Soon flies crowd round him. And within hours the smell of decay fills the air around him. Such is the irony of life.

Ever so often, things like that happen. We strive for something, only to see others take it away, and waste it! Sometimes we want somethings so bad, we envy those who have them. And more often than none, we see these people chucking them aside after they finish 'playing with them. And then we think. Would we have done the same?

While we ponder this question, I will be grateful for what I already have... and as for the things I don't have? I guess they will have to wait till I'm done 'playing' with my current stock!

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

The past couple of days saw me nursing my aching body, thanks to a vigorous wushu workout on Tuesday night. Wednesday saw me cruising through work, with nothing much happening in between. On the other hand, my resident poltergeist has not been acting up lately. Maybe it's the presence of my housemates... or maybe it just grew some sense of responsibility.

Speaking of which, I would like to take this opportunity to elaborate a bit on my style of writing, or speaking if you will. I notice recently that some of you do take what I write rather seriously. I thank you for that. But in spite of that, I feel downright terrible, because what I write isn't always the truth. More of a parody of an actual event, or an exaggeration in some cases. This, I do to make reading about everyday mundane lives more interesting. Sometimes, and most times, I feel bad in misleading people because of the way I write. So I guess this is to make sure no one gets freaked out by the events I write here. (A good example is my 'poltergeist' issue, which is far from supernatural)

I tend to play up certain things in writing, and make fun of some things. Most of the time, my stories do not hold real basis, but provides an underlining message everytime. This I noticed, has been noticed by some. And for that, I thank you once again. I can be really sarcastic, or really straight-forward in my style of writing. And I apologize for confusing some of you because of that.

Okay, confession done with, let me proceed to my next topic. Clarifying the 'poltergeist' issue. First off, I would like to apologize to those of you who really thought I had a 'poltergeist' living with me. Truth is, there isn't. The story is basically a very sarcastic way of trying to get my point across. Also, I'm very intrigue with the supernatural, so if you guys out there have any cool experiences, please do tell!

Secondly, my 'poltergeist' does all sorts of funny things which people don't usually do. Yes, the events that happen are true, although it still puzzles me why he/them/it does it. Having no rational explanation for the events that happen, I classified them as 'supernatural' or, in other words, beyond 'normal' human behavior.

Thirdly, and possibly lastly, the events that I mention here, can sometimes, and most times drive someone up the wall. By relating it in an offhand, story-telling method, I can safely advert my disappointment at some unknowing being without hurting anyone in the process, and by some amount of luck, hope that the person/persons might get it.

Having said all that, I shall return to my desk, and continue working on mundane projects... with the hope that someday... I might hit success and own everything I've always wanted to own... which is ultimately... happiness! Cheers! And thanks for reading! ;)

Monday, January 13, 2003

Last night was a blast! Went to preview a capoeira (did I spell this right?) class at Taman Tun. The class was okay, expected it to be tougher, but the students were a happening bunch! Will probably be starting next week along with Kotak, Booya, and two other non-blogging friends! The moves were pretty simple and laid back, but nicely done. I can foresee a lot of fun learning capoeira in the next few weeks!

Came back last night and saw my resident poltergeist at work again! The lights and fan were on in the living room and as usual, no one was there. The smell was not present... so there was some consolation there, but seeing trails of insects heading towards some unknown source may be a reason to believe in the supernatural. Think, the spiders in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Creepy.

On another side, I would like to thank those of you who express concern over the phenomena in my apartments, but I assure you, it could just very well be human error or of human origin. The one thing that struck me as odd, is the fact that no normal human being would leave lights and fans running for no reason! Lights, I might excuse, as it was night, but fans? And to further arouse my suspicions, the lights and fans were on as usual in the living room just before I went to bed. But everyone was asleep. Who sleeps with lights and fans on in the living room anyways? Especially when everyone was sleeping in their respective bedrooms! Or is this a new trend?

Nay... something is at work here... I just don't know what...

Sunday, January 12, 2003

I have no doubt about it! My apartment must be haunted! First signs of haunting began yesterday afternoon, just before I went out to do my CNY shopping with Kotak and Dan. It all began with some loud sounds. I thought it was the TV, because it sounded like it, so I left it at that, thinking that one of my housemates must be watching TV. But when I was on my way out, I realised that the TV was on! And the fan was spinning furiously! But... there was no one sitting there! :o No one... not a soul... The living room was empty! Heck, the whole apartment was empty! Someone.... or something that I couldn't see... was watching TV!!!

Needless to say, I ran out of the place, but just before I had turned everything off. Call it economical or whatever you want, but even if something wants to watch TV, my logical sense still told me it was a waste of electricity.

Coming back from my day of shopping, I saw the fan, once again, spinning furiously in the living area, with no visible person/persons in sight. This nonetheless freaked me out! And to add to the horror, I saw flies scrambling around the place, as if some infestation had taken place in the apartments! But thankfully the TV wasn't on... so it helped a bit... I turned off the fan and proceeded to prepare myself for bed.

This morning however, I was greeted with the ultimate horror! The lights and the fan was on! Almost all the lights in the apartment was on, and the fan was spinning furiously in the living room! What madness was this? And as before, no one was seen in the vicinity! I am so seriously scared shitless of this place! And as if it wasn't bad enough, a bad smell caught my attention. I'm not sure what it was, but seeing everything go out of control, I remember more than one occasion where I smelled this stench! This is really getting bad...

Saturday, January 11, 2003

The apartment is clean! The apartment is clean! Yeah right... and the earth is flat, and the moon is made out of cheese! But lo and behold, the apartment is... (miraculously) CLEAN! Thanks to a little spring cleaning early Saturday! And now, on this cozy Sunday morning, here I am updating my blog with the knowledge that I can finally walk with my feet on the ground instead of tip-toeing around the place... at least for a few days...

Well, haven't been updating this blog in a few days, so let me backlog a bit.

Thursday! And what a day it is! Spent my usual mundane day at work, but afterwards, met a friend for a sparring session on the rooftop parking area. Had a good spar... something I haven't had in a long while! He was quite good, with good reflexes, but I noticed that I had grown sluggish over the lack of training! Now, it's time to beef up again! Joy is me!

After that sparring session, had dinner at the mamak downstairs, when a friend called me up to attend a meeting for a dance group he was forming with some friends of his. The ice-breaking session turned out to be a "breaking" session! And everyone went home happy, agreeing to meet the next week to discuss further plans! Tiring but fun! Two workouts in one day!

Friday! Considering I haven't sparred or "break-ed" in a while, it's no surprise that I woke up aching! But Friday as Friday is, there's no complain as I await the weekend. Went home early in anticipation of a movie session with Kotak, but she called to say she can't make it. Ah well, decided to play MK-DA on my housemate's PS 2 when my supervisor called. His car had run out of petrol!

So there I was driving to the petrol station to get him some fuel! No complains there, had a great dinner at Indiana Steak house in South City, in Seri Kembangan! Had chicken with cheese coated on top! Courtesy of my supervisor of course! Nice...

Saturday! Yesh! Woke up to the sounds of music blasting away mindlessly! Yes! My housemates have started spring cleaning! I freshened up, and headed out to collect my offer letter, waving good bye to them and wishing them happy cleaning! I'm siting this one out! Whahahha!!!

Collected offer letter! Yes! I can finally resign in peace now! Went back to help out with the rest of the spring cleaning! Spent the rest of the day resting and relaxing before meeting Dan for supper at the hawker stalls near Tesco! Came back and slept like a log! (Is there any other way to sleep? XP)

What a weekend it has been... and I've got no complains so far... ;)

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

Thursday thursday, what a day and it has hardly even begun! Well, excuse my mindless words, for I feel good this Thursday. For a start, my sore-throat is finally cured!!! (woohoo) And my cough is getting better! ( woohoo) And my flu is subsiding! (woohoo again!) And I just realised I'm way ahead in my work! (woohoo yet again!) And best of all, tomorrow is Friday!!! (woohooo.... okay, this is getting repetitive!)

Nothing much happened yesterday to dampen my spirits! Finished my project with only minor changes. Glad the client liked it. Had a good workout in the evening. Haven't worked out in a while so it was refreshing! My fitness level has dropped tho, so I will have to put in more effort to regain my former glory! After that, had a short Mortal Kombat session on Jeff's PS2! I love the game, not so much for the violence, but for the different fighting styles incorporated in the game! Truly an amazing showcase of martial arts styles!

So people, any plans for a makan this weekend? Let's have a pre-CNY makan! Hopefully at nandos... XP What say you? ;)

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

Argh! Tuesday and I'm still sick! Well, glad I'm actually feeling better now. A friend called me up shortly after lunch, informing me of an accident he just had. Therefore, I rushed to the Shah Alam police station where his car was towwed, and saw the remains of his car. Thankfully, he escaped with minor scratches. The car however, wasn't so lucky! Talk about trying to convert a Wira into a Kancil.

The accident occured as he was trying to regain control of his car after he went into a puddle of water on a highway heading towards Cyberjaya. He hit the side of the divider and lost control of the vehicle, which spun around and slided across the road into the middle lane. Needless to say, an incoming lorry crashed into him.

So the lesson in all this is, do not drive to close to the divider on a rainy day! If you want to, make sure there are no vehicles behind you for miles! It is not the fault of the driver, or the higway, or the lorry driver, or some greater force that controls nature, or nature itself. It is just one of the things that happen, that we just take for granted until it's happened to us.

There, I've said it all. Now you may ask 5 people to read this blog within an hour and 5 people will be more aware of the dangers of driving in the rain, and you will be blessed with no accidents for a year. (No, really... doh!) If you ask 10 people to read this blog, 10 people will be more aware of the dangers of driving in the rain, and you will be able to buy that car of your dreams, and still face no accidents for a year! Ask 20 people to read this blog, and 20 people will be more aware of the dangers of driving in the rain, you will get your car and accident-free promo for a year, and people will start deleting every mail from you. Ask more than 20, and you're a really sad case.

This is NOT a chain blog, this bit is actually for fun, and I hope no one actually tells others about this post for the sake of getting a new car. But for safety's sake, do tell your friends to be careful on the road! ;)

Monday, January 06, 2003

Whahahaha!!! I am back after a short absence! And the reason is... work work work and more work! Oh ya, the fact that I was sick, (still am) helped a little. The past few days has been a flurry of activities. Let me attempt to recap some of them.

Thursday. Back to work. Felt pretty okay, considering there's only two working days left before the weekend. Went out for dinner with Kotak, Dan, and Aewis at the Summit in USJ. Sore-throat was beginning to act up, but for the sake of not troubling friends, I did not mention anything of my suffering, but continued to 'enjoy' my tomyam soup.

Friday. Had to go meet a client in Subang. Decided to have lunch with Kotak. Sore-throat getting worse... but no matter, I shall survive. Had a good lunch before going back to my office to slug the rest of the day off with work. Went off at 8, and had dinner at the mamak below my apartments. Sore-throat was terrbile by now, so I only had a tosai. Not much appetite. Bumped into Booya and Jeff. Neither one saw me, and even after futile attempts to tell them my location, I proceeded to finish my food and walk over to their table. Played Mortal Kombat Deadly Alliance before hitting the sack!!!

Saturday. Woke up fresh and early for a game of basketball. Throat felt a little better, but I knew it was because I just woke up. Had a great game alone, before returning home to play another round of MK. Had a simple lunch of cheese bread (courtesy of Kotak) before hitting the sack again. Woke up fresh and went to pick up Kotak to go for a friend's open house. Throat was a little okay, but still hurt. Had nice lontong, and mee sup and mee with spagetti sauce at the open house. Pretty good food. Left with full stomach and hurting throat from eating too much chilli.

Sunday. Woke up early for a wushu integration thinghy at the MMU campus. Throat felt really bad, but since I promised, I had to attend. The whole morning session was fun, IF I only knew mandarin, and IF my throat wasn't hurting so much! Lunch was stale, but what do you expect of any food in CyberlalaLand? Left before the best part of the evening, because I promised Kotak I'd go shopping with her and a friend. Throat was feeling really bad and my nose was running faster than I can run. Went back to find housemate using toilet. Had no time to shower nor the time to wait for him to finish. Luckily, I wasn't sweaty and I didn't really stink, so I quickly hopped into the other bathroom (the one shared by my other two housemates) and freshened up a bit before rushing out to pick up Kotak!

Was having a headache, throat was hurting, nose was running, joints were aching, but didn't really want to break a promise, so I endured 3 straight hours of shopping. Life is bliss. Was treated later to dinner at Kotak's house. Went back and slept. Throat was still hurting, but the lozenges Kotak gave me soothe the pain enough for me to get some decent rest...

Monday. Felt sickly in the morning. Deciding between calling up sick, or going to work. Work won... how sad... Throat was feeling slightly better... work was doing fine. I shall reward myself with some solid food tonight. Not fried of course... Ahhh... another day, and my throat shall be ready for nandos.... ;)

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

A new year... a new beginning... a new start... a new life...

Oh yes, 2002 has gone... and once again time has bested us. It is now 2003, and the air of the new year is fresh. Spent new year's day playing Pokemon with Kotak's brother. I'm getting better at the game, thanks to practice!

The style of playing the game is similar ot Magic:The Gathering, but the concept is different. Instead of building an army to destroy, annihilate, and mutilate your opponent, the object of the Pokemon card game, is to keep your creatures (pokemon) alive, while knocking out (notice the non-violent terminology here? XP) your opponents pokemon. Thia approach requires more micro-management compared to magic, as your creatures are limited, and you lose the game if at least six of your creatures get knocked out. Unlike magic, where you can sacrifice tens of creatures just to save your own @$$! XP I like this new concept...XD

Well, it was a short lived break, and now I'm back at the office, battling deadlines and hunger pangs... but hark... the lunchbell approaches... >:)