Fruity Beer

Having a particularly boring day at work, I decided to do some blog reading. And thanks to some sinister twist of ironic fate, I somehow landed myself in a position to try out skittles with beer. This was about a week ago of course.

So with nothing better to do but laze around all night, I decided to put the challenge to the test. I went out to my local minimart, and got myself a small pack of skittles and a beer. And it began.

First, a sip of beer. And then two skittles. Nothing but skittles.

Then, two skittles and a sip of beer. Beer overpowers skittles.

Next, two skittles, chewed, fruity flavour exposed, and sip of beer. Fruity beer.

This is by far the best combination I got from eating a simultaneous dose of skittles with beer. Not that I enjoyed it or anything. I still think beer goes better with Twisties. I bought a pack and will guzzle it tonight. Or tomorrow. Skittles are best eaten on their own.

Conclusion: Skittles doens't go well with beer. Avoid if possible, but don't stop asking people to try it. Someone might actually do it.

Random Sex Thoughts

The first thought that went through my mind on a beautiful and purposeful Sunday morning was sex.

How it came to be, I do not know. It was pretty much like the moment in the timeline of evolution when the first amoeba came to be. No one really knew what happened. It just happened.

And there I was in the cool glorious morning of a beautiful Sunday with my eyes open and thoughts of sex travelling through my mind. I felt like a sick puppy.

So with gritty determination, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and got ready for a day out with the boys. Having met up with them, we talked about various things under the sun when the topic of conversation stealthily shifted towards my morning reflections (which are really just cycnical representations of the mundane life that I lead). And then I mentioned the Random Sex Thoughts. And they made fun of me (for what reason I do not know since every single one of them are potentially hornier and think of sex more often than I do on a daily basis. Religiously I might add).

And now they never let me forget. Ever.

If any of you are reading this right now, I hate you.

The wonders of life...

No one should ever doubt the relieving effects of a good massage. Such was the case when I visited a massage parlour last Sunday. It was an interesting place, run by visually impaired individuals. Yes, the masseur/masseuse/s were blind.

But they were good. And their services aren't too expensive, RM 35 for an hour of full body massage. And if you're shy about exposing yourself, fear not, they won't see you. (no incriminating pun intended) Sad to say, I forgot to get their card, so I can't do a free advert here. But if anyone is interested to check them out, buzz me somehow and I'll try to get the address. But they're basically located in Taipan, USJ 10.

Twas a good way to spend a sunday afternoon. Followed by a teh tarik session with old friends in the evening.

And it has been at least twice this week that someone has complimented a design I did on a t-shirt. I am contented.

Looking back...

I was looking through my archives today, (yes, I'm that free) reading my previous posts. Back from the time I started this blog, till well... I couldn't finish everything, so I did two years and then stopped before I got blind.

It was somewhat, immature (the writing of course), but somewhat more interesting than the dull mundane content I seem to write these days. Maybe interesting was not the right word, but definitely with more excitement and personality.

My life used to be so interesting, not because it is, but because I made it so. And as the years pass by, I got sucked into the repetitive repetitions of the corporate world (a bit of an exageration since I'm not in the corporate line ot begin with), and lost the need to make life interesting. In other words, I became boring. (Urgh)

This in itself was a big step to appreciating my life as it is, and a catalyst to make the most out of what I have now. To make it interesting. And the best part is, I'm beginning to write more like how I used to... with a slighlty more polished edge...

I like it.

The accident that was...

Friday was Wesak day. It was also the day after the day I went out with a bunch of friends to club at Zouk until the wee hours of the morning. It was the morning where I stayed up blogging till 6 am. It was also the day I was awakened in my semi-stupor state in the afternoon to news that my siblings were involved in an accident. I hated that day.

And so it began, the numbing calm that follows such news when my mother called to inform me of the accident. Then came the questions. And there were answers. They were both fine. I was mildly surprised that I didn't panic, but then again, I'm not one to panic easily.

My sister then called up to inform me of their predicament. I took it all in, and proceeded to drag myself out of bed into the afternoon drizzle. Driving along the highway I called a friend to talk about things. I was clearly in a very very messed up state.

By the time I reached them, a tow-truck had gotten their car to a rest stop at the Rawang toll. I surveyed my siblings. Then I saw the wreck. I was too numb from too many things to feel much at the moment. But seeing them there in the flesh next to the heap of metal that used to be a car was enough to bring some people to tears. I didn't shed a tear.

The car was wrecked in front, and lost a tail light. The side was smashed. The whole thing looked surreal. It reminded me of a similar accident which a friend had a while back. Same type of car, same damage, same situation, same cause of accident.

The car had spun after hitting a puddle during a thunderstorm at about 70km/h. It hit the left rail, smashing the right tail light, and richocheted forward, hitting the other rail before bouncing off to the middle of the road. That's when the truck hit it.

It was a good thing the truck was slow. Otherwise, I rather not think about it.

Then my parents arrived and we managed to sort out the whole thing. The car was sent to a workshop in Sg.Buloh, and we got everyone back to Subang Jaya safely. We had a nice dinner later on and everyone was thankful that no one was hurt.

Everyone retired to bed rather happy and relieved that it was all over. I went over to my cousin's and had a beer. It made me slightly more jovial. Guess things turned out well after all. It was after all, Wesak Day.

Amitofo. May all beings be well and happy.

Thanks for all the fish

Thanks to an able-bodied friend who decided to tag me with this, I must now do an obligatory questionaire. Here goes nothing...

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Terry
2. Saw
3. Squid

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My proportionately balanced build. I may be short but I ain't dis-proportioned!
2. My side profile. It actually has shape!
3. My legs. The more agile to sidestep you with!

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My height.
2. My inability to acquire a decent set of pecs.
3. The friggin wisdom tooth that makes me wanna floss my teeth after every meal.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Chinese
2. Chinese
3. Malaysian

THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND:
1. Pride
2. Bugs
3. Issues that could have been resolved if people were a bit more humble.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Insecurity
2. My own thoughts
3. Lizards

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS:
1. Whose Line Is It Anyway
2. Discovery
3. National Geographic

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE JAPANESE ANIMES:
1. Evangelion
2. Escaflowne
3. Princess Mononoke

THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS:
1. Recovering the Satellites - Counting Crows
2. Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley's version
3. Reach for the day - Polyphonics (need to check this one out)

THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:
1. LOTR: The fellowship of the Ring
2. LOTR: The Two Towers
3. LOTR: The Return of The King

THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH:
1. X Men 3.
2. The Saw.
3. Crash.

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Water
2. Contact Lens
3. My pessimistic cynicism

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Specs
2. Boxers
3. Erm... you don't really want to know.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Trust
2. Honesty
3. The ability to be yourself

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Nice skin
2. Athleticism
3. Eyes that will smite me down anytime

THREE BAD HABITS:
1. Paranoid
2. Pessimistic
3. Thinking too much

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Reading
2. Capoeira
3. Writing

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Sleep
2. Eat
3. Find a career path

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING:
1. Animation
2. Writing
3. IT Business Systems

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Europe (Preferbly Germany since it's the world Cup)
2. Brazil
3. The Great Barrier Reef

THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. The Eldest
2. The Second One
3. The Youngest

P.S. In that order, thank you.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Take my parents on a trip around the world
2. Write a book/screenplay.
3. Live for a short period of time overseas.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL (or guy):
1. Automobiles with four wheels (or more) intrigue me
2. Sports, particularly football
3. Checking out girls

INITIALS OF THREE CRUSHES:
1. C
2. S
3. K

THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THE SURVEY:
1. Andrew, coz you haven't updated in a while.
2. Aewis, coz I need to be updated when I see you in Penang.
3. Dan, because you owe me for dropping by your college last weekend.

Random conversations

This took place in the loo.

Guy A walks in and starts pissing at the urinal. Guy B enters the loo.

Guy B: What're you doin?

Guy A: Pissing.

Guy B: No, you're not.

Guy A: What does it look like I'm doing?

Guy B: What are you doing?

Guy A: Pissing.

Guy C (all this while in the cubicle): Man, is that all you've got (talking bout size)?

I still don't get it.

On a side note, the cleaning lady at my office was in a dilemma. Her mother is sick in Indonesia and she doesn't have enough money to go back to Indon. So my colleagues pooled together some cash to give to her. I missed the donation call, so I had to personally go to her and pass my share to her.

The look on her face said it all. Sometimes, a little faith goes a long way. I know it did me some good.

Root Canal Treatment

After an otherwise great weekend, I was packing it in for a day of work today when I felt a slight throbbing pain in my tooth last night. It kept me somewhat awake for a bit before I eventually dozed off. Waking up early in the morning to similar symptoms, I knew that something had to be done. I had to visit my dentist.

Now, I, like most other normal people in this world, dislike dentists. So with much pain and sorrow, I had to drag my lazy arse all the way to the clinic to have the tooth checked out. Turns out to be an infection in the root canal of my tooth. The options available? Extraction, or Root Canal Treatment! Both of which, sounds painful.

So what, you may ask (for those non-medical types) is a Root Canal Treatment? Basically, it's the process of drilling a hole into the tooth, and digging out all the nerves coz the tooth is dead anyway, and removing all the pus from the infected tooth. After that, they'll cover up the hole and your tooth is now officialy dead, but still around nonetheless. Extraction basically means pulling the damn thing out leaving a hole in my grin. Something I'm (since I'm cosmetically lacking in looks as it is) not prepared to lose.

Faced with the obvious (and cheaper) option of keeping my tooth (and grin), I took the RCT.

So the kindly dentist took a few x-rays to make sure that it's safe for them to perform the RCT, coz apparently sometimes the nerve endings might be too long and the RCT might affect other parts of the body. Once it was pronounced safe to proceed, local anaesthetic was applied and the right side of my lower jaw went numb. Even then, the thought of someone drilling a hole into your tooth and dragging the sinews of your nerves out was enough to inflict pain.

Then the drilling began. I hate drills. Thankfully, the anaesthetic did it's job and I was spared much of the pain. Tho when it hit the nerves, I could feel a tingling sensation that was far from sensational. Then came the nerve extraction. The dentist inserted this nasty looking needle into the root cavity of my tooth (yes, I could feel it go every milimetre of the way) and agressively yanked it out (along with bits of pieces of nerve endings)! Now THAT HURT!!!

This was repeated a few times followed by the removal of the pus that had built up inside the root cavity. That hurt too. But after much pain, the treatment was finally completed, for now. The tooth was patched so I could eat again (yay), and I'm supposed to return the next week for more of the same torture. Nice.

Now as I am writing this, my jaw is getting it's feeling back again. Drinking with a numb jaw is difficult. Since you can't feel your lips, you dribble all over the place. And you can't talk properly or even smile straight. I should try going to work like this. Would make for some interesting situations.

Lastly, an ending note to all you readers out there. Brush regularly and floss. And don't bite people.

Remembering the past...

Having had some free time to myself at work these days, I began surfing blogs and whatnots. Something I didn't have the luxury of doing without someone breathing heavily down my neck for the work "TO BE DONE TODAY".

Anyways, I came across www.suanie.net and read a little column on buddhism related posts. Now, I grew up pretty much a free thinker, given that my parents gave me a whole world of choice as to which religion I would like to adopt. But somewhere along the way, I somehow 'connected' with the teachings of buddhism.

And it's interesting to note that the posts on Suanie's blog invoked thoughts of my own. Disturbing ones actually. Looking back at the way I used to think, I thought, "Where did I go wrong?". No doubt I was brought up with principles, and I kept to them, but I did notice that recently, things have been unravelling in my life.

A lot of the way I used to think, to behave, to act, my personality, has become pretty much a shade of who I used to be. I look back at myself and see a completely different person. Was I ever that young? That foolish? I didn't take a lot of things for granted. In some ways I've grown, and in some ways, I've retreated back to the hole which I had left many many years ago. The question is, "What have I become?"

As I read the posts and recap what I used to know, I began to remember little teachings that I've picked up myself. What have I done with them? I used to be a little ball of confidence, believing the world is my oyster (nowadays, it's still pretty much the same oyster, but with my on the inside trying to get out). I wasn't afraid of anything! Everything was possible! I was invincible!

Then reality crashed down and I followed suit. Conformed to the norms of society, I let my better judgement cloud me. I grew cautious, wary, too wary for my own liking. I let failures pull me down, and I refused to get up. I grew tired of fighting. I grew tired of life.

But after reading her posts, I began to think. And I visited a few other bloggers sites'. And I thought some more. And the first thing that came to mind was, "I need coffee".

Yes, people, Multipurpose Man, is BACK!!!

Snorting Coffee

On a perfectly normal day, in the middle of an otherwise mundane week, somewhere someplace, during a perfectly normal lunch break hardly worth the mention (on normal days that is) I snorted coffee.

It. Wasn't. Fun.

I must learn not to laugh while sipping caffeinated drinks and chewing rice mixed with beef curry. The results are... Not. Good.