The Vegetable Plot

Another Saturday in the office

2010-11-20T03:41:00.000-08:00

It was another normal Saturday. Hiking at 9am. Continuation of argument with the mother about non-payment of insurance premium.

To the office at 1pm. Doing administrative sheez for 5 hours. I love this admin work, so brain dead. Drafting replies to frivolous applications filed by a judgment debtor. This has been life for over a year and a half. I always rant that it is crap, crap, crap - but I have learnt so much.

Things I have missed out:

i) Not being able to leave the office with peace of mind;
ii) Unable to make impromptu decisions;
iii) rarely being able to take leave for fear that something in some file will explode and expose me to more sheez
iv) never going home at sharp 5.30pm.
v) almost always eating dinner in the office

My worst regret:
i) procrastinating - because after awhile, I disliked doing the same sheez. If I finished it, more sheez got dumped on me;
ii) no quality - I did not spend the amount of dedicated hours each file deserved. It was always hit and run. The file would be left injured, bleeding and would be on permanent life support.
iii) not reading enough and not having time for myself. Just time to reflect.
iv) not enough time for any volunteer work in church or elsewhr.

Time to change that. So goodbye job. It was nice knowing you.

Love and sunshine, my sustenance in the coming months.

Christmas time

2009-12-19T18:35:00.000-08:00

Work Work work! That's all I have done since I got admitted and came back from Perth. Oh, I have also almost gotten a matter struck out, forgotten deadlines, irritated my boss some, and had sleepless nights when the appeal was going on.

Christmas time this year is hurried. Work work work has consumed my time again. Even I sound boring. But sometimes work is an island. A wall I can build around myself to escape reality. Where you escape from having those meaningless arguments with your parents, when you allow life to get complicated beyond your control and then it hurts..you can always bury yourself in work, til you're numb to everything else. Its great you know, to have this haven of escape.

I have new year resolutions: -

1. To keep the friends I have and to nurture the friendships that I have
2. To be dilligent and not procrastinate
3. To balance work with other things e.g. church, social life and family life
4. To be satisfied with whatever life gives me, but motivated to achieve the best

Blog posts are closed til 2010. Merry Christmas, and go bury your nose in someone else's blog.

Random Email forwards

2009-07-17T19:36:00.001-07:00

This is an example of an annoying email forward I get from friends who are La-Las.
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A must read!!
While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up stoneand scratch ed lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions......sitting in front of that car he lookedat the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.

The next day that man committed suicide. . .

Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life..... Things are to be used and people are to be loved, But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and thing s are loved... During this year, let's be careful to keep this thought in mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be loved ... Be yourself.....This is the only day we HAVE. Have a nice day
Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits they become character; Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

I'm glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder. God bless you; I hope you are having a wonderful day!
If you don't pass this on to anybody, nothing bad will happen; if you do, you will have ministered to someone. The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not PROTECT you... Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL
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Its so mind blowingly stupid. Even TV3's Scenario wouldn't indulge this.

losing fingers from mere fractures?
hitting a person without realising the weapon u're using?
the child can spell. wow

I hope the La-La who forwarded me this sms loses all her contacts.. as well as my email address.

Completion of the chambering phase

2009-06-25T06:55:00.000-07:00

WoW! 2 more weeks to go before I complete the "licence to be stupid" phase. Time passed by SO fast. Amazing. Here I was counting the days numbering in the 100s, and now, its merely a fortnight away.

I think chambering was a blast. I had a cool gang. It was the 4 of us, against the world. It was like re-enacting Grey's Anatomy. Only in real life, in Damansara Heights. Our group dynamics was awesome. One drove like a bat out of hell, and I loved her the most. Another tried to boost my asthma and was afraid of the dark. And boy, was she tall! The 3rd one was initially a jungle insect with a non-existent social life. It was him and his shell. Everytime, he'd just jut his neck out, play peek-a-boo, and crawl back under his shell. He's improved by leaps and bounds. He is brave enough to walk into an LA's room and put on some Burberry lotion (expensive feminine hand lotion) and walk around the office smelling distinctively of that LA.

I also met my twin, who shares my birthday. We are very alike. Both quiet and shy. I met a host of other wacky people.. someone who went down to the court canteen and flirts with the nasi lemak stall seller. Then tells me to get a band in church to write a song titled "Nasi Lemak Sex, Sambal vagina". How much more random can u get?? Haha..

If there was anything about chambering I could ever change... it'd be the work I did. I wish I had more exposure to IT. I loved doing the piece on "risks associated with data migration".

And lastly but not least, I love u Birdshit. I was planning to trade u in, but I think I'll keep u a little longer. Though I don't knw why u sound so loud now. Pa says u sound like u're running on diesel...

Debibo tagged me

2009-02-22T05:47:00.000-08:00

Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.

They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.

1. What is your name : Esther A
2. A four Letter Word : Eats
3. A boy's Name : Eli
4. A girl's Name : Elena
5. An occupation : Economist
6. A color : Evergreen
7. Something you'll wear : Dress
9. A type of food : Eggs
10. Something found in the bathroom : Enamel soap dish
11. A place : Everest
12. A reason for being late : Electric eel stung me!
13. Something you'd shout : Eeeek!
14. A movie title : Ever After
15. Something you drink : Evian water
16. A musical group : Evanescence
17. An animal : Elephant
18. A street name : Jalan Engkil, Bangi
19. A type of car : Evo
20. The title of a song : Ever Dream

Bankrupt

2009-01-13T04:06:00.000-08:00

My first hearing today and I bankrupted a judgement debtor. Someone has no legal identity for the next couple of years. I feel bad. I brought someone else's bright future to a major halt. Should I blame her to not planning her finances better?

Am I any better? I sometimes go splurging in Midv on my Rm1.8k chambee pay. Then I drive slow to get thru the week on only 3 bars of petrol.

I have six months of employment in Damansara Heights. I wonder where I will be in the next half of the year. Somewhere closer to home?

Phang has joined Fitness First at KLCC, but is dismayed to realise that only plump girls turn up at the gym.

Esther is determined to go swimming with Clauds this Thurs

Two days before CLP

2008-07-11T02:53:00.000-07:00

I am feeling hungry. Its two days to the darn exam, but I just can't sit my butt down and study. Its almost like I have given up hope. I don't see myself after exams. Its almost as if I really fell down the LRT steps and died *this is how I picture myself leaving for good*

I can only remember procedure. My cases suck. I hate chinese names. I hate all those parents out there who
a. give their kids chinese names and
b. contribute to criminal statistics
c. become vexatious litigants and pass on the litigacious genes

I might as well go and force myself now.

On the bright side, it'd be my last Friday as a student. After today, I'd be a grape planter, then on to being a sampah masyarakat.

Sigh...............

Trip to Singapore

2008-06-02T18:05:00.000-07:00

Thanks to one Foto_Knight, I have discovered how to get out of Senai Airport and straight on to Singapore.

Here's what I will do:-

Arrive at Senai at 9am.
Go to the counter selling bus tickets to Kota Raya. Price: RM8 *to think I left horrible KL Kota Raya to come to another Kota Raya! Ugh*
Arrive at Kota Raya and look around for bus no. 160, 170, 950 or the Causeway Link *I wonder if the crooked bridge had been built, thr may hv been a crooked bus with crooks for drivers. But then again, aren't most bus drivers crooks?! Gasp.. wat a sweeping stmt!*
Ahh... Singapore here I kambing!

If I meet with an accident on the way, I will be awarded a conventional sum of RM3000-RM5000 for lacerations and swelling, per Lee Ann v. Mohd Shaari. If you're reading this, pls pray for journeying mercies. Don't just sit on ur fat ass and read.

Book of Esther

2008-02-12T16:42:00.000-08:00

They cancelled Tort yet again. 30 minutes before class was scheduled to begin. College is going down the drain. So unprofessional.. and yeah.. fat hopes of hitting their sales target now! I guess they gotta go even more interior to con the poor souls there.

To let off some steam, yours truly headed to Times Square to watch a movie. A movie. But no, they offered trash. Instead of the movie schedule, they shud have just displayed a tong minus the cover and allocated seats to watch the trash decay and maggots hatch. Truly disappointing.

So I headed to Borders! Aiyo... HEAVEN! Any bookstore is heaven.. ooh.. except the ones along Petaling Street. I waddled in (yes, still VERY fat, carrying excess calories coz very stressed and indulging in comfort eating) and picked up this book.. it was a book written by a Cambodian lady who'd been forced into prostitution at age 9 and faced plenty discrimination coz she was dark. I only got thru a few pages and then this gila man walks up to me and starts waving his arms and swaying as if he's in a trance ala Thaipusam. I wanted to direct him to a barber, lest he could get a shave albeit with cost, but then decided against this brill idea after seeing a poster of Sweeney Todd at the cinema not a long while ago.

Then I sauntered over to the magazine section and looked around for some PC magazines.. kononla wanna contribute as a freelance writer. But generating no bright sparks at the time, I decided to head to the Social Sciences and Inspiration section. Social Sciences had books bout the Holy Grail... and a few classics bearing title 'Arabian Nights'. Why is it in Social Sciences? I didn't care to trouble the personnel at Borders with such trivial questions. OK.. on to Inspiration.

Inspiration.. plenty romance books written by Christian authors. How they yearn.. yes the word is YEARN to be in a relationship and how hard it is to sieve thru ALL the people who come their way and pick the christian. Oh gosh... there must be a reason why Mills and Boons isn't produced by Christian authors. Trying to be creative and attempting to produce a version of Mills & Boons' Holy Bible is SO out.

Then I picked up this book: Book of Jane. It was set to the storyline of Job in the Bible. Everything taken away, but yet neva a word escaped his mouth in the form of a curse. I got to about 1/4th, when a friend started sharing bout her breakup. Then this church member from the local brethren church ( from which I acquired the finer points of rebelling against the whole concept of veiling) sat across us and started reading his book intently. When I said hi, he appeared to look like he faintly remembered me.. (yeah he was old bout 40.. maybe had glaucoma/cataract) then proceeded to blow his cover when he asked me whether I had completed my studies in Sarawak! Muahahaha... oh boy... foot in mouth.. *ooof ooof ooof*

The clock struck 5pm and I headed home on a crowded monorail. This was the end of a potong steam Monday, 11th February 2008. Never to be repeated again. History. Bleh...

The sins of an idle mind

2007-11-12T13:58:00.000-08:00

Have u ever felt numb towards anything or anyone or just NUMB. No feelings, nothing u can put ur finger on and name? Why do we like to name things or find an explanation to some phenomenon occuring in our lives? A study on philosophy would tell us that humans as rational beings love to indulge in the art of generating theories about different phenomenons whether normal or extraterrestial. Hence the ability to determine the current emotional state of your very being.

I have recently discovered my ability to feel numb towards certain classes of people. Its weird, I may not even shed tears at their funeral.. coz I am numb. Tears signify sadness, or anger or guilt. Or maybe happiness. But being happy at someone's expense.. even the dead is too morbid! Ewwww!!!

So one of the sins of an idle mind is the ability to feel numb. I only discovered I had the ability to feel numb, when I was idle and had nothing better to think of. I could put a name to my emotion - numb! Amazing!

Another sin is to indulge in fantasy. Like being rescued by a knight in shining armour. Or being so curvy, that it would only be safe to travel in a bullet-proof car, lest all the blondes scream and hound my shadows.

What other sins of an idle mind can I address? This list will become longer with experience.

The paper chase

2007-11-11T21:16:00.001-08:00

The paper chase has derived its name not from the noble efforts of people trying to recycle and save the planet for the next generation, but otherwise from the ones who go about creating more trash in the form of exam notes, test scripts and academic certs.

The boom of the new generation of paper chasers has been encouraged along by the sprouting of new institutions of higher learning with various piss courses with just about any major one can think of. There may even be a major, focusing on the evolution of a soap bubble.

Why do people want certs after certs, pouring millions into this industry.. when in actual fact they will be joining the rat race and slogging hard on unrelated fields in the future. It seems like a waste of time, spending hours poring over textbooks and getting practical training in something u're least likely to be doing when u hit the working world.

Its ironic.. but isn't life ironic??

I'm into paper chasing. And I don't know whether paper chasing is in my genes, or whether I am getting myself into fields I am obsessed about, then decide against upon completion, or just whether I want to remain a professional student all my life.

You bet your holey socks, if they paid bigtime for professional students, I'd be the first to apply.
Til then, I am gonna complete this last paper chase and lie low for awhile til the bug bites again. Then its masters in I dunno wut :p

Who am I?

2007-11-06T13:09:00.000-08:00

What appeared to be a simple exercise of filling out one of those compulsory forms turned out to be a mind-changing episode in my otherwise droll 24-year old life. I’m not creating a mountain out of a mole-hill, but it appears significant enough to deserve a dash of thought.

It started as I poised my pen to fill in the column marked “Race:” Without hesitation I almost wrote ‘non-athletic’. But the column beneath stopped me just in time. This column was labeled “Nationality:” Looking back at Race, I knew it was a far cry from the meaning I'd imposed on it. This started me thinking, what is race?

You don’t have to be a genius to know that Race means ethnic origin. This is summarized to mean the grouping on the human race into various classes of people. How is this classification done?

Perhaps by continent -> Africa, asia, Mongolia, America. This prompted me to look up an encyclopedia on the different ethnic groups in the world. There are three main groups: Caucasian, Negroit and Mongolian.

The task of classifying humans into various groups would have been an arduous task, save for the fact that humans do not remain in a certain area. They immigrate and emigrate. If this does not add to the confusion, it is topped by the fact that human inter-marry, thus producing offspring of mixed ethnicity. Like that helps!

A certain ethnic group is identified by its various; if not special traits. For example, the Caucasian has fair skin, light coloured hair, and speaks languages like French, English and Spanish. But all in the name of education, humans have mastered each other’s ethnic language. This has given birth to a new concept: Borderless society. More chaos!

Back to the question: What is Race? If my nationality is Malaysian because the country of residence is Malaysia, what is my Race? I checked my identity card to eliminate all doubts of my ethnicity. Guess wat?! I’ve been classified as Indian. Wow! The big-wigs at the National Registration Office would make helluva good lawyers. They surpass themselves. Such good liars…what a blatant lie.

I may pass off as an Indian, if the Indian race has traits describing them as coloured, brown, black hair, big eyes. But Malays are coloured, brown and have big eyes too. The only difference is Indians speak Tamil or Hindi. Malays speak the Malay Language.

Back to my case: I speak fluent Malay. In fact, I dream in it, swear in it, compose and sing it. Does this mean I am Malay? Malaysian Syariah Law makes is compulsory that all Malays are Muslims. For the record, I’m Christian. So, I’m not Malay. That eliminates a bit of the complication.

On the other hand, I speak English fluently. In fact, it is my native language since I believe impulses in my brain are transmitted in English. Does this make me Caucasian?Hell no, I’m a coloured thingy. Sun-bathing would not enhance my skin tone, giving it a warm golden tinge. Heck, I’d be dying of skin cancer!

I don’t speak Tamil. I don’t watch Bollywood movies. I don’t fancy wearing the sari or Punjabi suits. I respect them as beautiful national costumes of India. Which brings me back to the point, why call it national costume of India? Well, because it originated from India. Enough said. Would I call it my national costume? No, never! I’m not an India-person. I’m Malaysian. Period.
Here’s a description of a Malaysian:I love watching Hollywood flicks. I enjoy watching serials like Desperate Housewives, Gilmore Girls, ER and Everwood; to name a few. I do not watch it because it is an ‘in-thing’ to do. Rather, I enjoy the dialogue. The script is written so it tickles my sense of humour.

I love bland food. Anything from low-grade curries (on a spicy scale), Chinese food (this is a generic name for the food, though calling it Chinese seems to clash with my very argument above), Nyonya kuih,durian, laksa and nasi lemak. I occasionally eat fastfood. I also love Western (generic name, yet again!) food – chicken chop and steak.

My best friends are people of all colours and creed. What about friends who are from multiracial backgrounds? The National Registration Office has labeled such a friend of mine of mixed parentage, after her father’s ethnic origin. Is this fair? It isn’t. She is 50% father’s race and 50% mother’s race. Isn’t that complicated? Wouldn’t this give birth to a wholly new race? The mixed race? Like our cousins, the Eurasians. Since my friend’s identity card states her father’s ethnic origin, should she then cut her wrists in an attempt to drain out 50% of her mother’s ethnic blood?

Even race matters complicate my love life. Why am I attracted to guys of other ethnic origins? (This may draw shudders and looks of dismay from people of my ethnic origin) Should I hide the fact that I’m attracted to them? No, I will not change who I am to suit society around me. I shall happily date guys of different ethnic origins who share the same beliefs and philosophies of life.

I now know who I am. I am Malaysian. No Indian, Chinese or Malay categorization will make a difference to my very being. If I may add a new category under Race, it would be Malaysian. My nationality would be Asian, since I live in this continent. And for the record, I have never experienced the four seasons either :o)

//written in 2005

The end of the contract

2007-07-14T09:17:00.000-07:00

Four weeks has flown! Can u imagine?! Four weeks of being freaked and stressed contemplating whether your work is of an acceptable standard. Maybe I should rob a bank.

Well, its not like I'm staying away from the office... I'll still be returning on Monday albeit in a new role... relegated to the library.

I stayed back last nite working on an IT matter which I thought was quite fun. At least this one did not involve drafting out agreements or some sorta boring contract. And it was my last day, so it felt good to give it my all.

Then I go back to my workstation and I see an email sitting there from the partner with too much teeth.. and I'm like *crap* he wants to see me and prolly gimme a shelling for some work I did.. which was slightly messy, but not so messy, coz it was just creating a table. But anyways... And then when I went to see him, he'd gone back home. Damn. Now I'd have to go see him on Monday and the shelling would be even worse coz he'd have premeditated and meditated and have done a few yoga moves just to prepare the whole lecture... yadayadayada.

Its 9.15am and I am feeling like crap. I've tuition to teach today and I am not prepared.. the calculations make me freeze and shrivel up.

The day before work

2007-06-17T06:30:00.000-07:00

Ok, lemme complain abit. I hate titles. Why do I need a title for every blog I write? *shucks*
I think Dom lost his sim-card. Which spells silence from that part of Subang.. tee..hee

Now back to news about yours truly: I ahem... start work tmrw. Does it suck?! Yeah! Big time. No the firm is fine.. it'd prolly be like any other place out there: admin v. exec level. *bittch, bitch, bitch* about anything under the sun!

But its the caged feeling. If I wake up tmrw and feel like turning over and going back to sleep, I'd have no choice but to get up, empty 'em bowels (don't start the Kurap off.. she can write a thesis), push some food down my esophagus and get dressed. Skip the bath.. it'd serve as a 'taste of your own medicine' to the morons on the LRT at 6pm.

Working hours from 9am to 6pm.. plus the need to stay back coz they've paid u RM800 a month. What?! Plus... u can't top this... your's truly has to wear heels... damn heels.. mind u... and all at the risk of developing scoliosis, osteoperosis, a malady suffered by the Hunchback of Notre Dame and varicose veins. Damn! Now I'd have to cancel all contracts I had with Playboy.

How would work go? People will stare at my gawd-awful huge hide as I enter and heave and sigh in my gawd-damn heels. Then I'd proceed to the registration counter and the security will need my IC.. which contains a hantu-look-alike photo.. which would prolly make the security throw up.. out comes nasi lemak.. *good.. makes security more alert!*

Lalala... I don't care. I believe 4 weeks will fly by and I shall be free again. Damn u cage!
Life sucks! Life cannot suck coz life is not a sweet! *sounds so lame.. like something Anil would say*

The many faces of KURAP! bad reaction to the London External

2007-06-15T15:01:00.000-07:00

~ Post exam condition ~

a natural saturation of knowledge in the grey matter

The Wonders of Kota A Famosa

2007-06-13T10:39:00.000-07:00

Wondering how to improve on the architecture. It only takes 2 law students to conquer the fort! Probably one and a half law students. The thin one has a void between the ears :p

Only Natural

2007-06-13T10:28:00.000-07:00

Looking back and it comes to me
Close my eyes and it still surrounds
Looking back, trying to forget
The fateful day we parted company
Years go by people pass me by

Quaint and warm ,
just like yesterday
Through the mist,
I feel a peace
Memories that keep me onward bound

This natural feel,
within my soul
Clings to my being,
won't let go
This natural feel, deep down inside
Reflects all I feel for you

Before the last paper

2007-06-05T04:48:00.000-07:00

I had to blog about this. My last paper company law.. and 4 days before the paper, my hand decides to cramp up and cause me great nauseous pain. Yeah, me and my many inflictions.

I have this feeling that tmrw will never come. And then when tmrw comes, it will fly by so fast, that I will awake only to realise that I am at the crossroads of life... similar feelings in 2004 overwhelm my soul. Now that sounds classy doesn't it. Nah.. I just wanna get my own bachelor pad *wheedles*

The streaming is really lousy today, which makes my YouTube screening lag. *ok, ok I'm not complaining*

Scams everywhere!

2007-05-09T18:35:00.000-07:00

Scams! I don't feel safe anymore. I could be cheated, robbed, beaten and still pledge allegiance to a scam.

Some people say a scam is not a scam. Others say it is. Who do I believe?

My conclusion:

Psalm 127: 1 "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it. Unless the Lord keeps the city, the watchmen waketh but in vain."

Aliens

2007-04-26T19:32:00.000-07:00

Why did they leave home
I don't care!
For fame, fortune or fun
Who cares?

In this new land, they settled by
Adopt the culture, they would not abide
'Unite!' they say, 'Don't lose our identity!'
What identity?

Years go by, the media highlights
News abuzz in their homeland
'Maintain our identity' their echoed cries
Rings clear in the ears of the next generation

Why the divide, why polarization?
Blame it on religion, the media, urbanization
Hold on proudly to your culture
Lend a hand to cement this divide.

Revoked

2007-04-26T19:26:00.000-07:00

I try with all my will and might
Abandon what I started right
Turning my back on life's assurances
Revoking all my past pleasures

Life is easy, Life is kind
It becomes boring
This smooth life of mine

I threw a stone to see how far
A ripple forming would take its course
I neither regret nor am subdued
This constant bore of an idle life.

Wonderful memories of my birthday, March 2007

2007-04-26T12:40:00.000-07:00

The naughty, up-to-no good friends of mine plotted, planned and schemed and bought me this chocolate cake with so many candles I needed a fire extinguisher. Well, all I can say is, I was speechless. Just love them so much :)

Moot Competition, Dec 2006

2007-04-26T12:30:00.001-07:00

The moots were a great experience for me, for the second time in a row, my counsel was Dominic Chew, a handsome young man with a penchant for making numerous phone calls in a single day.

We made it to the semi-finals and wow.. it was blast! I lost much spit.

The winning shot that raised the number of hits on my Friendster account!

2007-04-26T12:30:00.000-07:00

This beautiful lady with the caption: "Hello there!!"

Five tips for a woman....

2007-04-25T21:22:00.000-07:00

It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job
It is important that a man makes you laugh.
It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
It is important that these four men don't know each other

A woman's prayer

2007-04-25T21:17:00.001-07:00

Now I lay me

Down to sleep

I pray the Lord

My shape to keep.

Please no wrinkles

Please no bags

And please lift my butt

Before it sags.

Please no age spots

Please no gray

And as for my belly

Please take it away.

Please keep me healthy

Please keep me young,

And thank you Dear Lord

For all that you've done.

Amen.

When memory fails you..

2007-03-07T21:27:00.000-08:00

Memory is failing me!!! I will be turning 26 officially in 3 days, but nope... that is not the cause of my increasing flailing memory. I can't remember anything from what I previously revised.

Its just Hart.. I hate the man. Not that I have anything against Austrians or Germans (wat the heck?! same people are they not?!) but please.. the man sucks. He cannot write. Period. Its terrible. Even Rowling has better style.

And thus continues my affair with Hart, Dignam, Borkowski and Bainbridge. All men. All authors. All final year subjects *eeek!!!*

Here's something I grabbed from last nite's episode of 'Desperate Housewives': "Men are genetically incapable of realising that their plans are stupid!!" haha.. spot on!

I am watching reruns of Gilmore Girls on YouTube. I realise they have removed alot of previous posts, sigh..if it weren't for copyright laws, it'd be much easier to download. crap.

Why should I care??

After the hiatus

2007-02-07T21:25:00.000-08:00

Well, the graveyard shift has begun... it's that time of the year again. Exams..exams..exams.
I like laying down things in bullet form, so here goes

Bambino - the cute little lizard in my bathroom who never lived to experience adulthood. He got stuck in the shower area which has a sliding door. Before I went to sleep, I banged all the sides of the sliding door to ensure he was not trapped there. But evilness in the form of Pigsista revealed itself the following morning, when stepping into the shower area, she slid the door and my poor Bambino lost one foot. He was left with 3 feet for a whole 24 hours in pain and hunger. He was laid to rest last night after Pigsista took her bath. *if sorrow did not kill him, I vouch for chlorinated, smelly bath water*

Control - is a very strong word with a magnetic meaning. It either renders you worthwhile or utterly useless or used. Economy controls very much everything. If you contribute toward something, u get respect out of it. Living on charity draws control from other members of society. If you can't understand what I am saying, blame it on jurisprudence.
Working life is something everybody wants to avoid but will definitely go down that path in order to maintain the control through economy :o)