if i'm planning the ultimate carpe diem come saturday - choice vices and such - is it still considered... carpe diem?
no matter, deliberations for my first 2006 weekend to continue.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
seasons greetings
terribly late, but was camping out for the pic - really. hope everyone had a good one, and the best for the year to come! (one filled with lotsa joy! *wink*)
santa's helper takes on a stubborn reindeer.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
identity crisis
two mornings in a row.
the race to get old ic's changed to mykad's is on, and i'm an innocent bystander caught in the middle of this frustrating drama.
the powers that be have finally decided to, i hear, enforce the five or so year old rule of changing cards, the penalty being that if not done by dec 31st, a rm20 charge will apply.
day #1:
0755 bid just another day's jam a good morning
0848 arrive at jpn in pj, scout for carpark
0915 find carpark, head towards office
0915.5 get into line, office entrance nowhere in sight
0938 be thankful line is moving, if only slowly, and keep hope afloat
0941 see line start to disperse amid calls of "nombor habis!"
0942 persist at fast shrinking line (ooh, so this is how the inside looks like) at mum's insistence
0944 dodge suddenly appearing camerawoman, gawk as much possible from lowered head
0946 get form eventhough useless for today
0947 brave only the second jam today
1010 get to salak south, look for carpark
1011 soak in the sun making a beeline to very small very dingy jpn office here
1013 get sent off pretty much immediately. same reason as before
day #2:
0700 leave house, say hello to jam
0728 reach salak south jpn, park car
0729 keep mum from dropping at sight of line
0730 walk to end of line, around back of shoplot where office is located
0731 walk past the shoplot, get into line now along the back of shoplot next to jpn's
0830 wonder if my bed will still be warm when i get home
0832 get told to go home because, you got it, "nombor habis!"
adding to the injury, i was not late in applying. in fact, i've had my card for a number of years now. i lost it one night out in melbourne (that's another story some many scrolls back on this blog) and i do not deserve to have to contemplate the stupidity of why there needs to be this low-numbered numbering system for filling in a short straightforward form, handing it to the officer, waiting two eternities to get a digital shot taken and leaving practically forevermore, before you get your ic some many months down the road. it's not like they make it straight away and they only have so many cards they can do per officer in a day.
dingbats.
vern, if you're thinking of, don't even try to defend this one.
conclusion: i've decided my time (and holiday sleep) is worth a lot more than rm20. you know the rest.
ps. anyone reckon they can just print out a new copy of the old one? all the details are the same, and i actually like how i look there. *grumblegrunt*
the race to get old ic's changed to mykad's is on, and i'm an innocent bystander caught in the middle of this frustrating drama.
the powers that be have finally decided to, i hear, enforce the five or so year old rule of changing cards, the penalty being that if not done by dec 31st, a rm20 charge will apply.
day #1:
0755 bid just another day's jam a good morning
0848 arrive at jpn in pj, scout for carpark
0915 find carpark, head towards office
0915.5 get into line, office entrance nowhere in sight
0938 be thankful line is moving, if only slowly, and keep hope afloat
0941 see line start to disperse amid calls of "nombor habis!"
0942 persist at fast shrinking line (ooh, so this is how the inside looks like) at mum's insistence
0944 dodge suddenly appearing camerawoman, gawk as much possible from lowered head
0946 get form eventhough useless for today
0947 brave only the second jam today
1010 get to salak south, look for carpark
1011 soak in the sun making a beeline to very small very dingy jpn office here
1013 get sent off pretty much immediately. same reason as before
day #2:
0700 leave house, say hello to jam
0728 reach salak south jpn, park car
0729 keep mum from dropping at sight of line
0730 walk to end of line, around back of shoplot where office is located
0731 walk past the shoplot, get into line now along the back of shoplot next to jpn's
0830 wonder if my bed will still be warm when i get home
0832 get told to go home because, you got it, "nombor habis!"
adding to the injury, i was not late in applying. in fact, i've had my card for a number of years now. i lost it one night out in melbourne (that's another story some many scrolls back on this blog) and i do not deserve to have to contemplate the stupidity of why there needs to be this low-numbered numbering system for filling in a short straightforward form, handing it to the officer, waiting two eternities to get a digital shot taken and leaving practically forevermore, before you get your ic some many months down the road. it's not like they make it straight away and they only have so many cards they can do per officer in a day.
dingbats.
vern, if you're thinking of, don't even try to defend this one.
conclusion: i've decided my time (and holiday sleep) is worth a lot more than rm20. you know the rest.
ps. anyone reckon they can just print out a new copy of the old one? all the details are the same, and i actually like how i look there. *grumblegrunt*
Friday, December 23, 2005
knick knacks
i'm back!
the pros: good, cheap food. anytime, anywhere (well, almost). pasar malam. family holiday. coconuts. them hotdogs. my central 'reload' station. dvds. SAM reunions. christmas with the family. meeting up with friends. planning, wrapping, giving christmas presents. catching up on news. some aspects of shopping. home being associated with no work all play. literal space. wanting to stay longer. missing melbourne. not a chance of catching the boredom blues.
the cons: sticky sweaty weather. my fountain-eyes-nose-and-asthma-for-good-measure's not-so-great relationship with whatever it is giving me my fountain-eyes-nose-and-asthma-for-good-measure. almost constant veryvery itchy eyes damnit. some aspects of shopping. my space. wanting to be in melbourne.
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shout out to vernon: vernon! :D
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if you've ever seen an asian golliwog, i'm it. burnt to a crisp. stupid tanlines. *grumble*
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you'd think i ate more in melbourne where the weather is colder, servings are bigger, and i am the usual companion of a champion eater, than here in hot, small servings kl.
add two parts parents who must have as much family time together as possible (and really, what better way than over food?), two parts parents who dabble unendingly into 'health' and impose breakfasts at unheard-of holiday waking hours, one part cheapness, three parts variety, i-don't-wanna-know-how-many parts greed, one part yumcha sessions at ample nocturnal joints, one parts places to hang out as the cool of the night permits, and you got yourself a very jolly joy this christmas.
did i say one part christmas, one part cny? and what the hell, one the raya just past?
the pros: good, cheap food. anytime, anywhere (well, almost). pasar malam. family holiday. coconuts. them hotdogs. my central 'reload' station. dvds. SAM reunions. christmas with the family. meeting up with friends. planning, wrapping, giving christmas presents. catching up on news. some aspects of shopping. home being associated with no work all play. literal space. wanting to stay longer. missing melbourne. not a chance of catching the boredom blues.
the cons: sticky sweaty weather. my fountain-eyes-nose-and-asthma-for-good-measure's not-so-great relationship with whatever it is giving me my fountain-eyes-nose-and-asthma-for-good-measure. almost constant veryvery itchy eyes damnit. some aspects of shopping. my space. wanting to be in melbourne.
----
shout out to vernon: vernon! :D
----
if you've ever seen an asian golliwog, i'm it. burnt to a crisp. stupid tanlines. *grumble*
----
you'd think i ate more in melbourne where the weather is colder, servings are bigger, and i am the usual companion of a champion eater, than here in hot, small servings kl.
add two parts parents who must have as much family time together as possible (and really, what better way than over food?), two parts parents who dabble unendingly into 'health' and impose breakfasts at unheard-of holiday waking hours, one part cheapness, three parts variety, i-don't-wanna-know-how-many parts greed, one part yumcha sessions at ample nocturnal joints, one parts places to hang out as the cool of the night permits, and you got yourself a very jolly joy this christmas.
did i say one part christmas, one part cny? and what the hell, one the raya just past?
Saturday, November 26, 2005
kidspace
some kind of wonderful
fine, i lie. it's some kind of "wonderful."
the genius that is me has deleted my chatbox. and no, i'm not quite sure how to put it back. i know because i've tried before (the first time, eventually done for me) and more so because i'm not too sure how i deleted it this time (well, i have some vague idea, but i was trying to get rid of something else). genius don'tcha say? oh well. not everyday you meet one as such. i'm special so speciaalll... yes yes with inverted commas if you like.
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in other news, i had a wonderful surprise laid out for me. i say laid, but really, it should be laid then cracked, and voila!
needed three eggs for a cake mix, so crack - first chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be swooshing slickly into the bowl, whites flowing through the places which give way, shiny yolk nestling between some butter.
then crack - chick-chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be. whoa, twins? cool.
(but since they were smaller and have no more white then any other egg, i figured they still counted as one so i should crack one more?)
crack - chick-chic-- what the?? two pairs of twins? in a row?
talk about confusing an already hopeless mathscrewup. three eggs, five yolks.
watch out, eaters of the mutant cake (that be you, kam). you may well be on the way to becoming well, mutant.
the genius that is me has deleted my chatbox. and no, i'm not quite sure how to put it back. i know because i've tried before (the first time, eventually done for me) and more so because i'm not too sure how i deleted it this time (well, i have some vague idea, but i was trying to get rid of something else). genius don'tcha say? oh well. not everyday you meet one as such. i'm special so speciaalll... yes yes with inverted commas if you like.
----
in other news, i had a wonderful surprise laid out for me. i say laid, but really, it should be laid then cracked, and voila!
needed three eggs for a cake mix, so crack - first chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be swooshing slickly into the bowl, whites flowing through the places which give way, shiny yolk nestling between some butter.
then crack - chick-chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be. whoa, twins? cool.
(but since they were smaller and have no more white then any other egg, i figured they still counted as one so i should crack one more?)
crack - chick-chic-- what the?? two pairs of twins? in a row?
talk about confusing an already hopeless mathscrewup. three eggs, five yolks.
watch out, eaters of the mutant cake (that be you, kam). you may well be on the way to becoming well, mutant.
Friday, November 18, 2005
a day (ok four) in the life of a pig
- TUESDAY -
arrive sydney. first stop - makan!
"i spy w my little eye... edibles!"
have you ever tried the goodness of candle?
food!
more food.
still more food.
for good measure.
"no i can't wait till we find one. this'll have to do!"
sweetness from passionflower at darling habour.
mine - mine - mine - mine - you can have that one - mine!
six scoops - all mine!
aarrrmm.
singing = mouths open = put more food down throats
- WEDNESDAY -
stuffing your face and smiling at the same time is no easy feat.
burger for the boy, fish'man's basket for the girls.
because too much fries is just not enough. you gotta eat the fork too.
the love that is global burgers.
"look at me buns!"
when food is around, you won't see a frown.
high achievers.
dontcha! ;D
even the spices look delicious! 
"no such thing as too many iced coffees in a day." 
never too full for dessert. - THURSDAY - 
fish market feast!
fish market feast!
"grilled baby octopus. i like!""tartare! nyam nyam."
"fond prawn!"
lobster lover. 
oyster fanclub: he, president. she, gorger. 
sashimi syiokness! 
the look of love. 
need i say more?- FRIDAY -
"ooh this very expensive skyjuice makes me delirious."
"ooh this very expensive skyjuice makes me delirious.""twenty bucks???"
fortune cookies, free. bill, not. 
bits of help make the world go round ...or the forehead frown. 
lil cowboys make good pals hic. 
"glazed eyes and happy smile have nothing to do w those shotglasses in fronta me. promise!" 
drinks all round at mushu on bondi.- SATURDAY - 
hotdog heaven:
hotdog heaven:w mash and gravy. w chilli concarne, chilli sauce, mustard. w chilli concarne mushy peas, caramelised onions.
wooloomoolloo is cool when only a hotdog will do. 
"but i've onnly had three!""ookay. don't lemme hear one more time how you can wear my pants."
the lead up to lunch - tummy-filling drinks.
oh me, oh my!
mmhh. perrrfecto. 
dizzy with delight. 
i know we're smiling, but really, we're stuffed. uncomfortable stuffed.
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