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| "Why So Slow?"
The internet connection over here is as slow as bat shit. But somehow, I still managed to download VMware Fusion, an image of Windows XP and Microsoft Office 2008 for Mac today all under 6 hours.
Ahh, gotta love the wonders of torrenting :)
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| "Of Photography And Food"
I don't get the fuss about taking pictures of food before you eat. I mean, why the fuck would someone want to take pictures of something that is meant to please your palettes and not your eyes?
The worse part is, they would publish said photographs for everyone to view seemingly boasting unknowingly about the meal they had without any knowledge that the dish that was serve could be easily obtained by walking into a shop and ordering it yourself. Yes, it's like taking pictures of KFC and then posting it on Facebook.
No one gives a shit about the meal you are eating. Period.
And this leads to an occasion I came across. I was unfortunately sitting together with a female with AINTTPOES (Acute I-Need-To-Take-Pictures-Of-Everything Syndrome). The food arrived. It was my dish and I promptly took my knife and fork to dig in. She then stopped me with the explanation of "Hey wait for everyone's dish to arrive so that I can take photographs of it."
Now, doing it under your own expense of getting hungry is fine by me. But when it involves me, she had crossed the line..
So I ate faster than usual so that when the other dishes came, she could take pictures of the rest of the dishes with my empty plate. Teaches her to screw around with me.
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| "A Little Food For Thought"
There was a time in America when contest of athletic prowess were a metaphor for the nobility of men. Historic moments forged by the love of the game, celebrated the human potential to achieve excellence. But as time pass, and the country neared the millennium, something went awry.
The ideal of sportsmanship began to take a back seat to excessive celebration. The athletes caring less about executing the play than planning the vulgar grand standing that inevitably followed, even for the most pedestrian of accomplishment. The games themselves became subordinate to the quest for money. For example the CoreStates Center in Philadelphia, the North-South Airlines Arena in Nashville and the consolidated Transnational Stadium in Charlotte. Stadiums and arenas became nothing more than giant billboards to promote commercial products. Players sold their services to the highest bidder, much like the hired guns of the old West.
Soon it was common place for entire teams to change cities in search of greater profits. The Minneapolis Lakers moved to Los Angeles where there are no lakes. The Oilers moved to Tennessee where there is no oil. The Jazz moved to Salt Lake City where they don't allow music. The Oakland Raiders moved to L.A. and then back to Oakland, no one in Los Angeles seem to notice.
The search for greener pastures went on unabated. Continued expansion diluted the talent pool, forcing owners to recruit heavily from prisons, mental institutions and Texas. Fist fighting and brawling permeated every sport, overshadowing any athletic competition. As the problems mounted, the fans became less and less interested. To reverse the trend, major sports started inter-league play. When that novelty wore off, they tried inter-sports play. But no matter how far major sports went, it wasn't enough to bring the fans back.
The spirit of athletic competition however, indeed was not dead. It's seed merely laid dormant in dreams of the young.
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| "Employment Status: Employed"
Well, I shouldn't open this post by stating the mandatory 'how long since my last post' sentence bla bla bla..I prefer to not conform ;)
Much has happened since I last blogged, but Xanga is still being a bitch though. Hah, been noticing lately that I whine and complain way too much for my age. What to do? I guess no one acts their age, except my case is I tend to act and pretend like a whiny old hag who has outliven the Ch'ing dynasty.
Regarding my title, I am officially on the payroll. No I have not graduated and landed myself a job, but I successfully secured a part-time position in Sizzlers..As a..*coughdishwashercough*..but screw you! They pay good money plus my managers are awesome (so awesome that I get free food while on duty). So, jealous much? My pay is around AUD$19 an hour, minus tax it would come to AUD$17 and hour. But my tax is reclaimable, just got to wait till tax season next year.
Well, I guess the only thing I can look forward to now is work and watch them money roll into my account. I like seeing the numbers in my account grow. It has been a life long obsession since I got my first bank account. But as you mature, you tend to want to spend all those hard-earned (hehe) angpow money purchasing lavish goods and services to make you feel good. I bought half my MacBook with my savings. I fully paid my diving course, inclusive of the mandatory Redang trip, with my savings. It gives a different feeling altogether if you work hard for something and earn it rather than being born with a golden spoon in your mouth and been spoon fed since young (poor spoons, casting such a bad light on them now).
Anyway, I'm just glad that I managed to get a job for my summer holidays. I can easily earn AUD$1500 to AUD$2000 for my next semester's spending money. But knowing me, I can't sit still with that much money in my bank account, what to do? I'm at the prime age of my life, must certainly spend those money on SOMETHING ;)
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| "Apa Macam La..."
I bet every Malaysian should realise the price hike of petrol recently. A massive whopping RM0.78 per liter increment overnight.
I found this picture that accurately depicts the Malaysian government's stance on ruling the country.
It reads:
"The government today
announced that it is changing
its national symbol to a
CONDOM because it more
accurately reflects the
government's political stance.
A condom allows for inflation,
halts production, destroys the
next generation, protects a
bunch of pricks, and gives you
a sense of security while you're
actually being screwed.
Damn, it just doesn't get more accurate than that."
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