Death Knight Nekomati
Monday, November 17, 2008
First off, +1 to those who got the joke in my DK's name ;p I have to say, the first three levels being a death knight are by far the best levels in WoW I've ever played. You pillage, maim, steal and kill your way through the little town of Havenshire in order to learn the ropes of being a death knight. It's also a nice touch that you have the Lich King whispering little bouts of encouragement like "Finish it!" when you're stabbing some townsfolk and/or a member of the Scarlet Crusade in the face.
Yes, they took morality and clubbed you over the head with it. Poker stabbing humans for information? Check. Using your skeleton drake to chew on Scarlet Crusaders to replenish mana? Check. Hey, I even get 15k experience for using the Neural Needler (cough).
On the other hand, my paladin is getting ass raped by death knights running in packs of five in Hellfire. Seriously. I had this shit for brains blood elf death knight who tried to gank my paladin, only to be owned in return... THREE TIMES. Do you know how much time that bastard cost me!? Ok, I lost round four because a level 65 death knight rode by and helped him out (I was 62 then! :p). But I returned the favor in the fifth round and sat there after one swing watching Yonne's lock light him up.
She's never making it to 80 by the rate this is going T_T
Back to playing death grip volleyball with the lowbies.
First off, +1 to those who got the joke in my DK's name ;p I have to say, the first three levels being a death knight are by far the best levels in WoW I've ever played. You pillage, maim, steal and kill your way through the little town of Havenshire in order to learn the ropes of being a death knight. It's also a nice touch that you have the Lich King whispering little bouts of encouragement like "Finish it!" when you're stabbing some townsfolk and/or a member of the Scarlet Crusade in the face.
Yes, they took morality and clubbed you over the head with it. Poker stabbing humans for information? Check. Using your skeleton drake to chew on Scarlet Crusaders to replenish mana? Check. Hey, I even get 15k experience for using the Neural Needler (cough).
On the other hand, my paladin is getting ass raped by death knights running in packs of five in Hellfire. Seriously. I had this shit for brains blood elf death knight who tried to gank my paladin, only to be owned in return... THREE TIMES. Do you know how much time that bastard cost me!? Ok, I lost round four because a level 65 death knight rode by and helped him out (I was 62 then! :p). But I returned the favor in the fifth round and sat there after one swing watching Yonne's lock light him up.
She's never making it to 80 by the rate this is going T_T
Back to playing death grip volleyball with the lowbies.
Swinging high
Friday, October 10, 2008
It's finally Friday and yesterday was an amazing night of lindy (thanks to KL Swing for bringing Sinclair to town :))!
So yes, this back pain I've been complaining about--yes, the same one that feels like my ribcage is splintering through my back whenever I sneeze... it's amazing how I don't feel a thing when I'm running on an endorphin high lindy hopping and pole-ing. Sad it only triggers when I have to wake up early in the bloody mornings only to groan to the tune of a seventy year old broken rocking chair.
Ah, the addiction to dance <3
It's finally Friday and yesterday was an amazing night of lindy (thanks to KL Swing for bringing Sinclair to town :))!
So yes, this back pain I've been complaining about--yes, the same one that feels like my ribcage is splintering through my back whenever I sneeze... it's amazing how I don't feel a thing when I'm running on an endorphin high lindy hopping and pole-ing. Sad it only triggers when I have to wake up early in the bloody mornings only to groan to the tune of a seventy year old broken rocking chair.
Ah, the addiction to dance <3
It's not dead...
Weekly shortcuts
Monday, September 22, 2008
Adam (don't remember the flippin' address! ;p) has an epic fail of a learning curve with Bluetooth connectivity. In his defense, my own curve took a sinusoidal dump when my mac spun its wheels of death looking for an "unfound Bluetooth PAN."
Later in the same day, I bumped into Fi who said I looked completely different and normal out of the studio. We sometimes pole in our knickers.
Got ambushed at Pebble's station while illegally delivering mushrooms from Fay's table. That highly confused and a bloody month too early for Halloween psycho chick with the guitar and feathery head gear isn't me. Really.
Serious discussion with TJ as to whether or not I've ever tossed a "flaming bag of poo" onto my neighbor's porch. Them crazy Brit kids... and I never knew a douche was a poo bag. I thought it meant shithead and/or something to flush your girly parts with.
I think the peanuts in the rojak at Batai are clearly spiked--makes for pro-as-fuck brainstorming sessions after lunch, no shens.
Helped Ed pick out a purse for his co-worker. Such a pretty Pucci package :) Down with the Ferragamo! The Bottega was nice too... cough. But after all the deliberation, he reverted and decided not to buy it.
Nas rocked the Hangback and we floored the Superman (by floored, I mean we started from the floor to get used to the pain lol):
The seriously-holding-some-shit-in-look: the Superman, sorta kinda
For more pole action: Pole-artiy
Had couples therapy earlier for Aizat and Ditesh with Ditesh unleashing his inner female Gujarati. Wretched humor from the car all the way to A&W for drama between waffle bites... i.e. Ditesh with a shocking find and Raj offering penance:
"I'm sleeping with your *******" "Aha! I knew it, you fucker!"
Feel free to download the image to add your own captioning :P
Although I find the occurrence of social/verbal retardation amongst certain people curiously, albeit perversely amusing (in a purely professional "you dumb fuck, that's an inkblot" manner of course), I am simply too tired to put up with it any longer. I am bowing out (read: STAY AWAY FROM ME). It has been fun sticking a bloody railroad spike through my forehead every other time but I've really got better things to do. I'm not your emotional crash dump outlet. Been there, done that and safe to say I'm not a better person because of that. Rest assured, I will invoice for the therapy sessions accordingly.
Please drown yourself in the aquarium on the way out, thank you. Thank you very much.
Adam (don't remember the flippin' address! ;p) has an epic fail of a learning curve with Bluetooth connectivity. In his defense, my own curve took a sinusoidal dump when my mac spun its wheels of death looking for an "unfound Bluetooth PAN."
Later in the same day, I bumped into Fi who said I looked completely different and normal out of the studio. We sometimes pole in our knickers.
Got ambushed at Pebble's station while illegally delivering mushrooms from Fay's table. That highly confused and a bloody month too early for Halloween psycho chick with the guitar and feathery head gear isn't me. Really.
Serious discussion with TJ as to whether or not I've ever tossed a "flaming bag of poo" onto my neighbor's porch. Them crazy Brit kids... and I never knew a douche was a poo bag. I thought it meant shithead and/or something to flush your girly parts with.
I think the peanuts in the rojak at Batai are clearly spiked--makes for pro-as-fuck brainstorming sessions after lunch, no shens.
Helped Ed pick out a purse for his co-worker. Such a pretty Pucci package :) Down with the Ferragamo! The Bottega was nice too... cough. But after all the deliberation, he reverted and decided not to buy it.
Nas rocked the Hangback and we floored the Superman (by floored, I mean we started from the floor to get used to the pain lol):
The seriously-holding-some-shit-in-look: the Superman, sorta kinda
For more pole action: Pole-artiy
Had couples therapy earlier for Aizat and Ditesh with Ditesh unleashing his inner female Gujarati. Wretched humor from the car all the way to A&W for drama between waffle bites... i.e. Ditesh with a shocking find and Raj offering penance:
"I'm sleeping with your *******" "Aha! I knew it, you fucker!"
Feel free to download the image to add your own captioning :P
Although I find the occurrence of social/verbal retardation amongst certain people curiously, albeit perversely amusing (in a purely professional "you dumb fuck, that's an inkblot" manner of course), I am simply too tired to put up with it any longer. I am bowing out (read: STAY AWAY FROM ME). It has been fun sticking a bloody railroad spike through my forehead every other time but I've really got better things to do. I'm not your emotional crash dump outlet. Been there, done that and safe to say I'm not a better person because of that. Rest assured, I will invoice for the therapy sessions accordingly.
Please drown yourself in the aquarium on the way out, thank you. Thank you very much.
Miserable
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I'm down with a massive fever that comes cozily with achy breaky joints and the frequent drifting around sleeplessly with the uncanny sensation of a budding, explosive supernova in my head.
That and the only reason I'm writing is to complain about the banana I just had. Of all the accessible fruit in the kitchen, I had to eat this one NORMAL looking banana--that turned out to have a massively mutated seed.
I kid you not.
I would've snapped a photo, but the mushy leftover of what was the middle section of the banana AND THAT GOD FUGLY BLACK SEED wouldn't have made spectacular imagery. Plus I was too disgusted and was busy scrubbing the insides of my mouth out.
If I die before the day of the competition, it's because I've been infected with the alien variety of the banana and its banana-lings have exploded out of my stomach.
I'm down with a massive fever that comes cozily with achy breaky joints and the frequent drifting around sleeplessly with the uncanny sensation of a budding, explosive supernova in my head.
That and the only reason I'm writing is to complain about the banana I just had. Of all the accessible fruit in the kitchen, I had to eat this one NORMAL looking banana--that turned out to have a massively mutated seed.
I kid you not.
I would've snapped a photo, but the mushy leftover of what was the middle section of the banana AND THAT GOD FUGLY BLACK SEED wouldn't have made spectacular imagery. Plus I was too disgusted and was busy scrubbing the insides of my mouth out.
If I die before the day of the competition, it's because I've been infected with the alien variety of the banana and its banana-lings have exploded out of my stomach.
Drip; pass the tissue please
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I'm sick. A day before I turn twenty five. This blows and is a humongous fail of epic proportions.
I'm this close to falling over dead with a leaky, gunk oozing faucet of a nose and I can't even get five minutes worth of sleep to save myself.
Add to that the possibility of needing to show up for work at a client's site on Sunday. S-U-N-D-A-Y. I think my gums just started to bleed from the acid that's moving up my esophagus at the very thought of Sunday morning work.
Also, God kills a lolcat for every stupid, ignorant cowpile text message I get. For the record: God killed three lolcats today.
Be kind to the lolcats and stop. Just stop before I shoot you in the head.
I'm sick. A day before I turn twenty five. This blows and is a humongous fail of epic proportions.
I'm this close to falling over dead with a leaky, gunk oozing faucet of a nose and I can't even get five minutes worth of sleep to save myself.
Add to that the possibility of needing to show up for work at a client's site on Sunday. S-U-N-D-A-Y. I think my gums just started to bleed from the acid that's moving up my esophagus at the very thought of Sunday morning work.
Also, God kills a lolcat for every stupid, ignorant cowpile text message I get. For the record: God killed three lolcats today.
Be kind to the lolcats and stop. Just stop before I shoot you in the head.
Of fire and frost
Monday, July 14, 2008
"Did you need all that Dark Iron ore?"
"Nopes."
"Can use it to make a lock box for your cold undead heart, like Davey Jones *ducks*"
"Davey Jones had a squishy heart. Mine sparkles, from the frost."
"LOL touche."
It's been a long, long disastrous weekend of misplaced laments and wisdom that fell on deaf ears. Thank the divine entities for Saturday night at Genting and Sunday pole-arity.
"Did you need all that Dark Iron ore?"
"Nopes."
"Can use it to make a lock box for your cold undead heart, like Davey Jones *ducks*"
"Davey Jones had a squishy heart. Mine sparkles, from the frost."
"LOL touche."
It's been a long, long disastrous weekend of misplaced laments and wisdom that fell on deaf ears. Thank the divine entities for Saturday night at Genting and Sunday pole-arity.
Water, oil and fire
Friday, July 11, 2008
"He thinks as long as he gets my dad's approval, everything is automatically OK to go with me. I stared. Long and hard."
"Well it is important..."
"Really wanted to ask, 'Wait... you went to the UK to study right... or is that some unknown province in China situated in a prehistoric cave of male chauvinism that I'm completely unaware of?'"
"and once he tames you, your opinion doesn't matter."
"HAHAHAHAHA TEA UP NOSE"
Sometimes I think pushing my face through a burning hot metal grate would feel a lot less painful than having to put up with the impropriety of an epic fail of a casual date... /facepalm
"He thinks as long as he gets my dad's approval, everything is automatically OK to go with me. I stared. Long and hard."
"Well it is important..."
"Really wanted to ask, 'Wait... you went to the UK to study right... or is that some unknown province in China situated in a prehistoric cave of male chauvinism that I'm completely unaware of?'"
"and once he tames you, your opinion doesn't matter."
"HAHAHAHAHA TEA UP NOSE"
Sometimes I think pushing my face through a burning hot metal grate would feel a lot less painful than having to put up with the impropriety of an epic fail of a casual date... /facepalm
Myth busting
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Look. We all have issues.
I'm sorry, but you're not special.
Maybe if you stopped projecting how much you hated your own face and DEAL WITH whatever self esteem problems you have you'd be less of a vicious forgettable whore.
Look. We all have issues.
I'm sorry, but you're not special.
Maybe if you stopped projecting how much you hated your own face and DEAL WITH whatever self esteem problems you have you'd be less of a vicious forgettable whore.
Labels: rant
Mythological creatures
Monday, June 23, 2008
Athena did the right thing when she decided that the Gorgon Medusa's insolence should be punishable by eternal and irreversible fugliness.
Unfortunately, I have to live with a reincarnation of Medusa on a daily basis.
Dodging venom spit (and avoiding having to look at the face) gets terribly monotonous. Someone get me a mirror. Or Perseus.
Athena did the right thing when she decided that the Gorgon Medusa's insolence should be punishable by eternal and irreversible fugliness.
Unfortunately, I have to live with a reincarnation of Medusa on a daily basis.
Dodging venom spit (and avoiding having to look at the face) gets terribly monotonous. Someone get me a mirror. Or Perseus.
Labels: rant
The mystery job
Midnight mockery
Monday, June 16, 2008
Session #615 with Nate:
"Don't quote me but what the fuck is a KIV? Who on earth KIV's a relationship?"
"The same way you casual date =p but wtf is that... what do you do while you 'KIV' a relationship?"
"Exactly. Do you go 'OK ... it's not good right now, but next Tuesday looks good to get serious...' or 'Am having dinner with the boss tomorrow, but I guess we can go steady on Friday if you're suitable.'"
"LOL. Open relationship, giggidy giggidy!"
Session #752 with Ger:
"Someone just asked me 'wtf is a kiv relationship'"
"Lol? Haha."
"I replied, 'a casual date?'"
"Haha. Or trial run."
"The fuck is a trial run, how the fuck do you trial run a relationship!?"
"Casual date!"
"... fucker."
"Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha."
Session #615 with Nate:
"Don't quote me but what the fuck is a KIV? Who on earth KIV's a relationship?"
"The same way you casual date =p but wtf is that... what do you do while you 'KIV' a relationship?"
"Exactly. Do you go 'OK ... it's not good right now, but next Tuesday looks good to get serious...' or 'Am having dinner with the boss tomorrow, but I guess we can go steady on Friday if you're suitable.'"
"LOL. Open relationship, giggidy giggidy!"
Session #752 with Ger:
"Someone just asked me 'wtf is a kiv relationship'"
"Lol? Haha."
"I replied, 'a casual date?'"
"Haha. Or trial run."
"The fuck is a trial run, how the fuck do you trial run a relationship!?"
"Casual date!"
"... fucker."
"Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha."
S.O.S (Shiny Object Syndrome)
Monday, June 09, 2008
midnight: Damon, oh Damon. When will your book be out?
5:30am: excited about Proximity. Can't sleep, GG.
5:35am: pewpew with Dave in AV. Wrecking face with ret paladin dps! Gotta love a heal bitch druid, yes? <3
8:30am: definitely need more sleep. Whiny, attention seeking whore of a neighbour's dog barking its heart out. Develop need to render it mute. One of these days.
9:50am: realize parking in the building will be potentially lethal. Sucking it up and parking in the building basement anyway.
10am: newbie meeting new people! Reality hits: yes, parking will definitely leave a new crater in what was once my financial status.
10:10am: group trip to the office pantry. Squinting at the puns on the board.
10:30am: a very wired addiction to wireless. LF connectivity in Proximity. GIVE ME MY INTERNET.
10:45am: decided to type this instead and watching the hustle and bustle of daily advertising life--fresh and exciting from previous programming nerdism.
10:47am: what is WIP? Oh... Work-In-Progress :p Oooh, and breakfast!
10:53am: chocolate buns galore from the mini-bakery that magically manifested on the table I'm sitting by. The one with sesame seeds may be red bean.
11am: oh, internet! Where has thou gone.
11:15am: fuck. Chocolate bits all over the keyboard!!!
midnight: Damon, oh Damon. When will your book be out?
5:30am: excited about Proximity. Can't sleep, GG.
5:35am: pewpew with Dave in AV. Wrecking face with ret paladin dps! Gotta love a heal bitch druid, yes? <3
8:30am: definitely need more sleep. Whiny, attention seeking whore of a neighbour's dog barking its heart out. Develop need to render it mute. One of these days.
9:50am: realize parking in the building will be potentially lethal. Sucking it up and parking in the building basement anyway.
10am: newbie meeting new people! Reality hits: yes, parking will definitely leave a new crater in what was once my financial status.
10:10am: group trip to the office pantry. Squinting at the puns on the board.
10:30am: a very wired addiction to wireless. LF connectivity in Proximity. GIVE ME MY INTERNET.
10:45am: decided to type this instead and watching the hustle and bustle of daily advertising life--fresh and exciting from previous programming nerdism.
10:47am: what is WIP? Oh... Work-In-Progress :p Oooh, and breakfast!
10:53am: chocolate buns galore from the mini-bakery that magically manifested on the table I'm sitting by. The one with sesame seeds may be red bean.
11am: oh, internet! Where has thou gone.
11:15am: fuck. Chocolate bits all over the keyboard!!!
Labels: rant
Your bastard personality twin
Friday, May 02, 2008
For the people who don't have an actual twin by birth... have you ever met someone (heck, doesn't even have to be of the same gender) that you could've passed off as your personality twin?
I think I sort of did... well, run into one anyway.
Which just means all the hilarity, bullshit excuses, crude puns, chaos, pissy-ness, dodging and exit strategy mimics that of my own. I will admit some of the dodging I do can get downright tasteless but in my defense, I am a woman and would rather dodge early than end up in situations where I have to shove a stiletto into someone's eyeball and ruin my shoes in the process.
Like myself, my personality twin fakes it well (no pun intended for those who think they caught on ;p YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) but goddamn for shame, grow some balls.
Pulling a stunt like that gives a whole new meaning to dickweed assholery. Grow up man.
For the people who don't have an actual twin by birth... have you ever met someone (heck, doesn't even have to be of the same gender) that you could've passed off as your personality twin?
I think I sort of did... well, run into one anyway.
Which just means all the hilarity, bullshit excuses, crude puns, chaos, pissy-ness, dodging and exit strategy mimics that of my own. I will admit some of the dodging I do can get downright tasteless but in my defense, I am a woman and would rather dodge early than end up in situations where I have to shove a stiletto into someone's eyeball and ruin my shoes in the process.
Like myself, my personality twin fakes it well (no pun intended for those who think they caught on ;p YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) but goddamn for shame, grow some balls.
Pulling a stunt like that gives a whole new meaning to dickweed assholery. Grow up man.
Labels: rant
The neighbour's dog...
Monday, April 28, 2008
is a complete bitch.
Starts barking at 5:30am (oh, I would know), is STILL barking when I get home from work and keeps barking all the way into the night. It actually barks in the afternoons/evenings too (the sad, unfortunate days I had to stay home to tolerate the noise).
Now while this may sound cruel but dumping a bucket of ice cold water over the mutt so I can preserve what's left of my sanity and am no longer sleep deprived seems almost reasonable.
That or my neighbours are completely irresponsible and instead of taking the time to train their dog to not, oh IRRITATE the living daylights out of everyone else on the block, they've decided to just tie the dog out by the fence and let it bark to its heart's content.
If you can't take care of a dog nor are you willing to spend time with one, piss off and don't bloody own one.
One more week of this and I'm calling the SPCA.
is a complete bitch.
Starts barking at 5:30am (oh, I would know), is STILL barking when I get home from work and keeps barking all the way into the night. It actually barks in the afternoons/evenings too (the sad, unfortunate days I had to stay home to tolerate the noise).
Now while this may sound cruel but dumping a bucket of ice cold water over the mutt so I can preserve what's left of my sanity and am no longer sleep deprived seems almost reasonable.
That or my neighbours are completely irresponsible and instead of taking the time to train their dog to not, oh IRRITATE the living daylights out of everyone else on the block, they've decided to just tie the dog out by the fence and let it bark to its heart's content.
If you can't take care of a dog nor are you willing to spend time with one, piss off and don't bloody own one.
One more week of this and I'm calling the SPCA.
Labels: rant
Mage lf job; have reagents for table/port
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Because the last time I updated my resume was oh, let's say, a generation ago... I thought it was only fair (and responsible of me!) that I should invest some time into re-writing it seeing how the other resumes I've been looking at recently have only been as engagingly interesting as watching vegetables decompose into dirt.
Of course I had to throw in JQUERY and AGILE. Maybe SVN. Redux "Honorable Mention". Time Together Facebook application. How's that for keywords?
Was tempted to go all out with RAILS despite the fact I know squat about it (and that I still beg the guys for help :p). I mean, I have been "exposed" to it for about seven months now? Well, a one year round up is only fitting, yes?
To top it off, my resume is now graced with:
"Pro WoW gamer; level 70 frost mage/disc priest/resto druid (armory link provided upon request)"
p/s: I hope the folks at Jobstreet have a sense of humor or I'm probably going to get perma-banned from their site lol But if I can provide an armory link OPTION to my imaginary World of Warcraft characters, I'm sure you designers can provide a portfolio link somewhere. And no, "3 years experience with advanced CSS" and a site full of tables to show for it does not fly. Really.
Because the last time I updated my resume was oh, let's say, a generation ago... I thought it was only fair (and responsible of me!) that I should invest some time into re-writing it seeing how the other resumes I've been looking at recently have only been as engagingly interesting as watching vegetables decompose into dirt.
Of course I had to throw in JQUERY and AGILE. Maybe SVN. Redux "Honorable Mention". Time Together Facebook application. How's that for keywords?
Was tempted to go all out with RAILS despite the fact I know squat about it (and that I still beg the guys for help :p). I mean, I have been "exposed" to it for about seven months now? Well, a one year round up is only fitting, yes?
To top it off, my resume is now graced with:
"Pro WoW gamer; level 70 frost mage/disc priest/resto druid (armory link provided upon request)"
p/s: I hope the folks at Jobstreet have a sense of humor or I'm probably going to get perma-banned from their site lol But if I can provide an armory link OPTION to my imaginary World of Warcraft characters, I'm sure you designers can provide a portfolio link somewhere. And no, "3 years experience with advanced CSS" and a site full of tables to show for it does not fly. Really.
Desperation
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Because Streamyx's jolly crew of technicians take a whole leap year to respond to "technical problems", I'm now a refugee in Starbucks leeching internet. The things I do to feed my addiction.
Good times.
At least the coffee is good.
Because Streamyx's jolly crew of technicians take a whole leap year to respond to "technical problems", I'm now a refugee in Starbucks leeching internet. The things I do to feed my addiction.
Good times.
At least the coffee is good.
Labels: rant
Ready, steady... blotch
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Random Tuesday afternoon musings including (but most definitely not limited to) angsty bitching of sorts:
#1 Dyeing
I love my new red-streaked hair :D Don't worry, incoming self-whoring pictures of mentioned red hair soon. It glows under sunlight *beams* too, fun stuff.
#2 Hiring
I've been left with the amazing task of looking for one uber designer to join the team. Even if I do *immensely* enjoy sifting through nameless resumes of candidates from various backgrounds who ALL seem to have PS/AI experience... for God's sake man, if you're applying for a job as a graphic designer, YOU NEED A BLOODY PORTFOLIO. "Five years experience in Photoshop" just doesn't quite cut it if you've got nothing to show for it, comprende?
And oh, gotta love the ones who've got "advanced" CSS skills with sites made in tables and fugly .green_underline and .blue_font classes in their table rows... I'm beyond flabbergasted.
#3 Coloring
Green colored contact lenses are no workie for Asian eyes. You want green? Skip the "more natural" green and go all out neon turquoise or some funkadelic color. So much for the RED hair and GREEN eyes spectacular Monday shock. I think I'll have one blue and one green this Friday and see how that turns out... yes, my office is an amazing place to work at :p
#4 Dancing
No, I don't look cool when I dance (spaz left, spaz right... some evil bastard reincarnation of crumping and Riverdance, you get the idea)... I mean, I'd like to pretend I do... even though I really, REALLY don't... but yeah. No, I will not youtube.
#5 Tripping
I graduate from moron to clumsy moron in proximity of people (well, there's really just this one person) I'm fond of. Granted I'm not your typical haughty minx to begin with but the alternative of being reduced to a frantic, besotted idiot isn't quite appealing either. Although, I'm not sure if it's noticeable (at least apparently not to him), considering I'm normally bouncing off walls high on air anyway.
#6 Raiding
Yonne needs to stop taking stuff out of the guild bank while he's on my druid lest Nate goes batshit mental when/if 200+ gems disappear again (p/s: this is World of Warcraft related). I love Magister's Terrace but I hate the horde who camp the meeting stone. In other news, I'm pewpew frost and suffer from too much ADHD to own a pet. YES, I CAVED. Now shut it.
#7 Eating
Yees is back (for 2 weeks anyway)! And it has been an eating expedition. It's claypot chicken rice tonight, wewt!
Random Tuesday afternoon musings including (but most definitely not limited to) angsty bitching of sorts:
#1 Dyeing
I love my new red-streaked hair :D Don't worry, incoming self-whoring pictures of mentioned red hair soon. It glows under sunlight *beams* too, fun stuff.
#2 Hiring
I've been left with the amazing task of looking for one uber designer to join the team. Even if I do *immensely* enjoy sifting through nameless resumes of candidates from various backgrounds who ALL seem to have PS/AI experience... for God's sake man, if you're applying for a job as a graphic designer, YOU NEED A BLOODY PORTFOLIO. "Five years experience in Photoshop" just doesn't quite cut it if you've got nothing to show for it, comprende?
And oh, gotta love the ones who've got "advanced" CSS skills with sites made in tables and fugly .green_underline and .blue_font classes in their table rows... I'm beyond flabbergasted.
#3 Coloring
Green colored contact lenses are no workie for Asian eyes. You want green? Skip the "more natural" green and go all out neon turquoise or some funkadelic color. So much for the RED hair and GREEN eyes spectacular Monday shock. I think I'll have one blue and one green this Friday and see how that turns out... yes, my office is an amazing place to work at :p
#4 Dancing
No, I don't look cool when I dance (spaz left, spaz right... some evil bastard reincarnation of crumping and Riverdance, you get the idea)... I mean, I'd like to pretend I do... even though I really, REALLY don't... but yeah. No, I will not youtube.
#5 Tripping
I graduate from moron to clumsy moron in proximity of people (well, there's really just this one person) I'm fond of. Granted I'm not your typical haughty minx to begin with but the alternative of being reduced to a frantic, besotted idiot isn't quite appealing either. Although, I'm not sure if it's noticeable (at least apparently not to him), considering I'm normally bouncing off walls high on air anyway.
#6 Raiding
Yonne needs to stop taking stuff out of the guild bank while he's on my druid lest Nate goes batshit mental when/if 200+ gems disappear again (p/s: this is World of Warcraft related). I love Magister's Terrace but I hate the horde who camp the meeting stone. In other news, I'm pewpew frost and suffer from too much ADHD to own a pet. YES, I CAVED. Now shut it.
#7 Eating
Yees is back (for 2 weeks anyway)! And it has been an eating expedition. It's claypot chicken rice tonight, wewt!
The morning after a public holiday
Friday, March 21, 2008
Early 8am - bolt up in bed. Overslept. Blame imaginary friend, Poodles.
8:15am - hop downstairs, barely missing last step and nearly falling on face only to listen to neighbour's dog bark/yelp/whine away. Refrain from going out and throwing shoe across fence.
8:25am - breakfast cereal takes more effort to eat than it did to wake up.
8:30am - out the door to work. Glare at neighbour's dog. Suddenly remember why the preference to cats.
Between 8:30am and 9am - some car decides to break down. Delays trip to work. Twiddle thumbs waiting for traffic to clear. Grimace at Maxis' terrible promo ad which is blatant rip off of Ikea's previous sale ad.
Teeny bit past 9am - strut into the office... realize no one's around T_T Now wondering if everyone took the day off.
Early 8am - bolt up in bed. Overslept. Blame imaginary friend, Poodles.
8:15am - hop downstairs, barely missing last step and nearly falling on face only to listen to neighbour's dog bark/yelp/whine away. Refrain from going out and throwing shoe across fence.
8:25am - breakfast cereal takes more effort to eat than it did to wake up.
8:30am - out the door to work. Glare at neighbour's dog. Suddenly remember why the preference to cats.
Between 8:30am and 9am - some car decides to break down. Delays trip to work. Twiddle thumbs waiting for traffic to clear. Grimace at Maxis' terrible promo ad which is blatant rip off of Ikea's previous sale ad.
Teeny bit past 9am - strut into the office... realize no one's around T_T Now wondering if everyone took the day off.
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Chew-ing them out
Friday, March 07, 2008
nekomatta.com is a politically neutral blog.
But in the festive (and semi-feminist) mood of elections and International Women's Day, I'd like to dedicate a fuck-you-/facepalm to the two most useless female reps in BN: Carol Chew and Chew Mei Fun.
I'm only bringing this up because I'm quite annoyed--women like them set us all DISGRACEFULLY back a few hundred years. One's a vicious cow of a cunt act, the other a mindless recorder devoid of any intelligence and self-opinion. Fantastic.
Also, I'm a tree-hugging hippie and I'm hating this round of elections because it breeds pollution.
The vast amount of dirty posters hanging about which will undoubtedly NOT be removed once campaigning is over is quite the bloody eyesore. Oh... not to mention the flags that are precariously stabbed into cracks in pillars by the highway (i.e. the LDP) threatening to block out any sunlight (you know, the dark color and all). That just screams accident waiting to happen: that flag is going to fall one day.
Happy voting tomorrow Malaysians! :)
nekomatta.com is a politically neutral blog.
But in the festive (and semi-feminist) mood of elections and International Women's Day, I'd like to dedicate a fuck-you-/facepalm to the two most useless female reps in BN: Carol Chew and Chew Mei Fun.
I'm only bringing this up because I'm quite annoyed--women like them set us all DISGRACEFULLY back a few hundred years. One's a vicious cow of a cunt act, the other a mindless recorder devoid of any intelligence and self-opinion. Fantastic.
Also, I'm a tree-hugging hippie and I'm hating this round of elections because it breeds pollution.
The vast amount of dirty posters hanging about which will undoubtedly NOT be removed once campaigning is over is quite the bloody eyesore. Oh... not to mention the flags that are precariously stabbed into cracks in pillars by the highway (i.e. the LDP) threatening to block out any sunlight (you know, the dark color and all). That just screams accident waiting to happen: that flag is going to fall one day.
Happy voting tomorrow Malaysians! :)
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Two minutes too late
Thursday, March 06, 2008
I'd Twitter this but it shot over 140 characters and I can't be arsed to trim the fat:
I hate people who wait for others to make a decision only for them to disagree with the decision right off the bat because it ends up being inconvenient to them :)
It is not rocket science: if you are FULLY AWARE beforehand that you have certain limitations, and if you don't speak up, it only leads to the general postulation that you'll be fine with whatever gets suggested.
Please don't be the dickwheel who cries afterwards :)
I'd Twitter this but it shot over 140 characters and I can't be arsed to trim the fat:
I hate people who wait for others to make a decision only for them to disagree with the decision right off the bat because it ends up being inconvenient to them :)
It is not rocket science: if you are FULLY AWARE beforehand that you have certain limitations, and if you don't speak up, it only leads to the general postulation that you'll be fine with whatever gets suggested.
Please don't be the dickwheel who cries afterwards :)
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WoW.geekout.upto(70)
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
And yes, that title is me attempting to be hip with Rails. That and reading Why's book has left me in a sordid state of bat shit mental confusion.
I am quite amazed (by amazed I really mean creeped out) at how freakishly animated I get when I talk about my mage/priest/druid. I spent one hour talking to KS about how overpowered his rogue is ahem, should he come back to play that is, and that I run off screaming like a little girl when I see one on my mage. It's sickening how I am able to moan about how overpowered the twin blades of Illidan are when I've yet to actually set foot into Black Temple.
The only time I actually see them is when I'm in the arenas getting a new one torn by Undead Rogue #8712347 who just HAPPENS to be in full tier 6 gear and just HAPPENS to be in the lowbie bracket.
I'm not crying. I'm not crying.
Excuse me while I go beat on every stun spell/talent/proc with a splintered bat before setting it on fire.
And yes, that title is me attempting to be hip with Rails. That and reading Why's book has left me in a sordid state of bat shit mental confusion.
I am quite amazed (by amazed I really mean creeped out) at how freakishly animated I get when I talk about my mage/priest/druid. I spent one hour talking to KS about how overpowered his rogue is ahem, should he come back to play that is, and that I run off screaming like a little girl when I see one on my mage. It's sickening how I am able to moan about how overpowered the twin blades of Illidan are when I've yet to actually set foot into Black Temple.
The only time I actually see them is when I'm in the arenas getting a new one torn by Undead Rogue #8712347 who just HAPPENS to be in full tier 6 gear and just HAPPENS to be in the lowbie bracket.
I'm not crying. I'm not crying.
Excuse me while I go beat on every stun spell/talent/proc with a splintered bat before setting it on fire.
Leap of faith
Friday, February 29, 2008
Because we only get this magnificent day every four years... happy 29th! :)
The folks of the ancient civilizations had a wicked sense of humor... and thought it'd be a gas to add one odd day in February to make up for the collective hours we missed in the past three years... and thereby effectively screwing over birthdays for the 29th Feb babies.
So this short post is to all (people/pets/relationships/etc.) who came into existence on "that odd day" in a leap year. Happy birthday to all the 29th Feb babies around the world, your birthday is finally here again :)
Today is your day, celebrate! ^^;
Because we only get this magnificent day every four years... happy 29th! :)
The folks of the ancient civilizations had a wicked sense of humor... and thought it'd be a gas to add one odd day in February to make up for the collective hours we missed in the past three years... and thereby effectively screwing over birthdays for the 29th Feb babies.
So this short post is to all (people/pets/relationships/etc.) who came into existence on "that odd day" in a leap year. Happy birthday to all the 29th Feb babies around the world, your birthday is finally here again :)
Today is your day, celebrate! ^^;
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-17 degrees Celsius
Thursday, January 31, 2008
And that is how cold it is. My fingers are frozen and I've got a few pulled muscles from stretching out with an armload or two of clothing while trying to reach that DAMN sweater on the top shelf.
Oh, we had lamb brains for dinner too ;)
Here's a sneak preview...
What's left of Andrew's dinner--the lamb skull
And that is how cold it is. My fingers are frozen and I've got a few pulled muscles from stretching out with an armload or two of clothing while trying to reach that DAMN sweater on the top shelf.
Oh, we had lamb brains for dinner too ;)
Here's a sneak preview...
What's left of Andrew's dinner--the lamb skull
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Youth, punks!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
One more flop from the friendly folks at YouthMalaysia (no, I'm not linking to their site solely based on the fact that I'm anti-Dreamweaver mass produced sites)... they sent everyone who participated in the Dotcom Youth Search event email.
By "send" I really mean they had everyone's email in the "To:" line.
Some of the people on the list were quite friendly and saw it as new means of networking, which isn't all that bad. I had a few good giggles from the bandwagoners :)
Unfortunately, my inbox is also now cluttered with SPAM from some of the shameless, self-whoring assholes on the list who've added all our emails to their mailing list in hopes to promote their craptastic sites.
YouthMalaysia needs to l2email while the other rubbish email bottom-feeders need to remove all our emails from their foul list or at least have a goddamn unsubscribe link so I never have to get email in piss poor, barely legible English from their company ever again.
One more flop from the friendly folks at YouthMalaysia (no, I'm not linking to their site solely based on the fact that I'm anti-Dreamweaver mass produced sites)... they sent everyone who participated in the Dotcom Youth Search event email.
By "send" I really mean they had everyone's email in the "To:" line.
Some of the people on the list were quite friendly and saw it as new means of networking, which isn't all that bad. I had a few good giggles from the bandwagoners :)
Unfortunately, my inbox is also now cluttered with SPAM from some of the shameless, self-whoring assholes on the list who've added all our emails to their mailing list in hopes to promote their craptastic sites.
YouthMalaysia needs to l2email while the other rubbish email bottom-feeders need to remove all our emails from their foul list or at least have a goddamn unsubscribe link so I never have to get email in piss poor, barely legible English from their company ever again.
Exotic sleep patterns
Monday, January 14, 2008
Streamyx was down again at work this morning. I swear I'm going to start charting the amount of times our connection goes down and send it over to TM HQ as solid proof that they are reaching new heights of massive suckage. But I'm sure they already know this :)
On another plane of existence, I am currently sleeping on (and of course, the very proud owner of) a silk worm pillow... which is basically a silk pillow with a little pocket in the center that's padded and lined with silk worm droppings fresh from China. Sleeping has never been more disconcerting.
Silk is supposedly extraordinarily healthy for you... from rheumatism to migraines, you can virtually cure them all (over extended periods of use naturally) simply by wearing or sleeping in the amazing silk products!
No, I didn't pull that randomly out of my ass--it's what the tour guide in the silk factory told my parents.
While it may be true, as I'm tossing and turning in the silk blanket this morning (yessir, the folks went wild with the silk), I begin to wonder if it's even silk at all...
Oh pish, sleeping aside, I have better uses for silk anyway.
Streamyx was down again at work this morning. I swear I'm going to start charting the amount of times our connection goes down and send it over to TM HQ as solid proof that they are reaching new heights of massive suckage. But I'm sure they already know this :)
On another plane of existence, I am currently sleeping on (and of course, the very proud owner of) a silk worm pillow... which is basically a silk pillow with a little pocket in the center that's padded and lined with silk worm droppings fresh from China. Sleeping has never been more disconcerting.
Silk is supposedly extraordinarily healthy for you... from rheumatism to migraines, you can virtually cure them all (over extended periods of use naturally) simply by wearing or sleeping in the amazing silk products!
No, I didn't pull that randomly out of my ass--it's what the tour guide in the silk factory told my parents.
While it may be true, as I'm tossing and turning in the silk blanket this morning (yessir, the folks went wild with the silk), I begin to wonder if it's even silk at all...
Oh pish, sleeping aside, I have better uses for silk anyway.
This fountain of youth
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Because I'm a developer and designer-wannabe at heart... I have only this to say:
YOUR JSCRIPT MESSES UP SITES
... i.e. see that wickedly cool horizontal bar or nasty 3px gap that appears on every site that carries the shameless little JScript "Vote for me!" dog ear when you're not using IE?
While looking for the NEXT HOTSHOT Dotcom youth, the people at Youth Malaysia completely forgot to actually hire a Dotcom "person" to make sure their JScript doesn't ONLY work on the IE browsers.
Charity begins at home kids.
And we've got a long, long way to go.
p/s: I'm only tolerating the bad JScript cause the gents in the office thought it'd be cool to have a submission to the Dotcom Youth Search
Because I'm a developer and designer-wannabe at heart... I have only this to say:
YOUR JSCRIPT MESSES UP SITES
... i.e. see that wickedly cool horizontal bar or nasty 3px gap that appears on every site that carries the shameless little JScript "Vote for me!" dog ear when you're not using IE?
While looking for the NEXT HOTSHOT Dotcom youth, the people at Youth Malaysia completely forgot to actually hire a Dotcom "person" to make sure their JScript doesn't ONLY work on the IE browsers.
Charity begins at home kids.
And we've got a long, long way to go.
p/s: I'm only tolerating the bad JScript cause the gents in the office thought it'd be cool to have a submission to the Dotcom Youth Search
Apple pee
Sunday, November 11, 2007
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: anyone i date must drink green tea. even if i have to force feed them green tea.. because i like green tea xD
RAGE says: its good
RAGE says: did he drink it?
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: actually, no, he drinks apple pee
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: LOL
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: he's never had fresh apple juice
RAGE says: lol
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: like freshly squeezed
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: he says it's not economical!
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: i'm like.. that OTHER APPLE JUICE you're drinking, it's not apple juice
RAGE says: ...
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: it's apple pee
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: it's disgusting
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: and super sweet lol
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: i call it apple pee
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: anyone i date must drink green tea. even if i have to force feed them green tea.. because i like green tea xD
RAGE says: its good
RAGE says: did he drink it?
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: actually, no, he drinks apple pee
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: LOL
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: he's never had fresh apple juice
RAGE says: lol
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: like freshly squeezed
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: he says it's not economical!
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: i'm like.. that OTHER APPLE JUICE you're drinking, it's not apple juice
RAGE says: ...
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: it's apple pee
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: it's disgusting
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: and super sweet lol
sean^2 is nekomatta.com says: i call it apple pee
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When you just don't give two shits
Sunday, October 07, 2007
To whom it may concern,
Please don't take this the wrong way but I'm having a tremendously awful day and I just have to say, I don't really care about your graphics card. I don't, I really don't. Nor do I care about how big your laptop screen size is or will be. If you want to brag about your computer/laptop/server or machine-that-allows-you-to-process-word-documents, it is quite painfully obvious you're directing it to the wrong audience--i.e. a person who isn't the "hardcore" power user. Frankly, that's not my idea of a healthy conversation when you obsess over technological parts like there's nothing else to talk about. What about the weather? The color of your pet's fur? Perhaps your kitchen stoneware?
This is (sadly) not the first time you've brought up your (or soon to be yours) computer specs, not the second... and it definitely doesn't seem like it's going to be the last. I like my technology but it's disturbing to have to talk about how sexy your graphics card is every time you open your mouth. This is why I ignore you after awhile. Or I just phase out.
The way I see it, I don't talk to you about let's say, shoes to the extent I put you in an awkward situation where you have to uncomfortably albeit obligingly agree or disagree with what I say when in reality you're thinking of the quickest exit out of the conversation without having to resort to, "What the fuck are you talking about, you dumb bitch?"
Now, pay attention. This is the difficult part; following the train of thought from the previous paragraph: STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT YOUR DAMN GRAPHICS CARD. I am your friend and my heart bleeds at the possibility of needing to call you a dumb bitch just to stake the point home... through your heart.
Stop being a bitter, arrogant snot and buy the damn thing already. Or heck, I don't know. Frame it up, worship it on your altar, sacrifice virgins to the almighty graphics card or have a picnic with it. In any case, I just don't want to hear what you did with it after. Ever.
I also have to point out that I have absolutely NO (takde, nada, mou, mei, bo) interest whatsoever in glorifying the fact that you can log into WoW smack in the middle of Shattrah City at a super kinky 70 fps. If it looks smooth, more power to you. Do I look like I really, really, really care if I can't see the intricate shimmer on the underside of Al'dal's otherworldly form? I also don't give two shits if you're crying about lacking anymore settings you can turn up because the resolution is maxed out and even Bioshock looks completely awesome. Boo bloody hoo. And again, I can't emphasize how much I just really don't care.
Actually, scratch that "really"; I JUST DON'T CARE.
Regards,
nekomatta
To whom it may concern,
Please don't take this the wrong way but I'm having a tremendously awful day and I just have to say, I don't really care about your graphics card. I don't, I really don't. Nor do I care about how big your laptop screen size is or will be. If you want to brag about your computer/laptop/server or machine-that-allows-you-to-process-word-documents, it is quite painfully obvious you're directing it to the wrong audience--i.e. a person who isn't the "hardcore" power user. Frankly, that's not my idea of a healthy conversation when you obsess over technological parts like there's nothing else to talk about. What about the weather? The color of your pet's fur? Perhaps your kitchen stoneware?
This is (sadly) not the first time you've brought up your (or soon to be yours) computer specs, not the second... and it definitely doesn't seem like it's going to be the last. I like my technology but it's disturbing to have to talk about how sexy your graphics card is every time you open your mouth. This is why I ignore you after awhile. Or I just phase out.
The way I see it, I don't talk to you about let's say, shoes to the extent I put you in an awkward situation where you have to uncomfortably albeit obligingly agree or disagree with what I say when in reality you're thinking of the quickest exit out of the conversation without having to resort to, "What the fuck are you talking about, you dumb bitch?"
Now, pay attention. This is the difficult part; following the train of thought from the previous paragraph: STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT YOUR DAMN GRAPHICS CARD. I am your friend and my heart bleeds at the possibility of needing to call you a dumb bitch just to stake the point home... through your heart.
Stop being a bitter, arrogant snot and buy the damn thing already. Or heck, I don't know. Frame it up, worship it on your altar, sacrifice virgins to the almighty graphics card or have a picnic with it. In any case, I just don't want to hear what you did with it after. Ever.
I also have to point out that I have absolutely NO (takde, nada, mou, mei, bo) interest whatsoever in glorifying the fact that you can log into WoW smack in the middle of Shattrah City at a super kinky 70 fps. If it looks smooth, more power to you. Do I look like I really, really, really care if I can't see the intricate shimmer on the underside of Al'dal's otherworldly form? I also don't give two shits if you're crying about lacking anymore settings you can turn up because the resolution is maxed out and even Bioshock looks completely awesome. Boo bloody hoo. And again, I can't emphasize how much I just really don't care.
Actually, scratch that "really"; I JUST DON'T CARE.
Regards,
nekomatta
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Speed, CSS and elevator candy
Thursday, October 04, 2007
People in Cyberjaya are freaks. Here I am driving on the supposed fast lane taking corners at 110km/hr--no, I do not have a death wish... and yet, there are cars whizzing (and wheezing) past me on the left at tire squealing, bumper-rattling speeds.
I'm not sure if I should be more worried about the other guy violently swerving into my lane or having his bumper fly off and come at me at a projectile speed that is capable of causing instant and total brain mass splatter.
I count myself lucky I didn't get kitty bits on my windscreen when he barely missed running over the already very dead roadkill in the middle of the road in front of us.
Getting to work has never been so much fun.
But I really do despise leaving work mainly because of the obscene traffic that's caused by a poorly designed death-trap of a bottleneck that is more lovingly known as the Sunway toll.
And oh boy, have I developed a new capacity of HATE for the Sunway toll... and all the bloody morons who floor their accelerators only to come to a grinding halt in the WRONG LANE and attempt to cross three lanes of HEAVY traffic because they were too impatient to wait behind five other cars.
On a cheery note, did I mention there's an engineer/IT person who works on the second floor who's shamelessly easy on the eyes? Hot and techy with big, strong arms... obviously from all the programming.
What? You think I only look at code all day?
CSS is undeniably sexy but elevator candy is that much sexier.
People in Cyberjaya are freaks. Here I am driving on the supposed fast lane taking corners at 110km/hr--no, I do not have a death wish... and yet, there are cars whizzing (and wheezing) past me on the left at tire squealing, bumper-rattling speeds.
I'm not sure if I should be more worried about the other guy violently swerving into my lane or having his bumper fly off and come at me at a projectile speed that is capable of causing instant and total brain mass splatter.
I count myself lucky I didn't get kitty bits on my windscreen when he barely missed running over the already very dead roadkill in the middle of the road in front of us.
Getting to work has never been so much fun.
But I really do despise leaving work mainly because of the obscene traffic that's caused by a poorly designed death-trap of a bottleneck that is more lovingly known as the Sunway toll.
And oh boy, have I developed a new capacity of HATE for the Sunway toll... and all the bloody morons who floor their accelerators only to come to a grinding halt in the WRONG LANE and attempt to cross three lanes of HEAVY traffic because they were too impatient to wait behind five other cars.
On a cheery note, did I mention there's an engineer/IT person who works on the second floor who's shamelessly easy on the eyes? Hot and techy with big, strong arms... obviously from all the programming.
What? You think I only look at code all day?
CSS is undeniably sexy but elevator candy is that much sexier.
Hallmark card greetings
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
"Meeting you would be like going for a root canal."
"You're like a durian; sweet and foul at the same time."
I love my friends, my other half and my other other half but... COME. ON. YOU GUYS!?
I realize my charming personality as well as my ostentatious albeit deplorably sordid (at best) wit and humor doesn't even graze the surface of propriety nor does it exude the grace and elegance one would attach to the generic female species but REALLY NOW.
Dental work analogies? And a durian!? Do I look like a fruit to you?
Okay, wait. Don't answer that.
"Meeting you would be like going for a root canal."
"You're like a durian; sweet and foul at the same time."
I love my friends, my other half and my other other half but... COME. ON. YOU GUYS!?
I realize my charming personality as well as my ostentatious albeit deplorably sordid (at best) wit and humor doesn't even graze the surface of propriety nor does it exude the grace and elegance one would attach to the generic female species but REALLY NOW.
Dental work analogies? And a durian!? Do I look like a fruit to you?
Okay, wait. Don't answer that.
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We're nearly 50
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
No better way to celebrate than setting the skies of Putrajaya on fire with dazzling, explosive light shows, eh?
What? Didn't they ban fireworks in Malaysia?
No, you ninny. I'm not talking about the baby pyrotechnomaniacs who literally have their faces shoved into the butt of a firecracker or are hanging onto one for dear life before it explodes.
Oh, so shiny... follow the flickering fuse but don't cry to mum when the skyrocket fuses with your fingers just as it takes off.
If they don't know any better they shouldn't even be allowed to toss the little pop-pops lest they completely miss the ground, burn their feet and launch prematurely into an exploration of pain... and then some.
Such a fine, fine line.
No better way to celebrate than setting the skies of Putrajaya on fire with dazzling, explosive light shows, eh?
What? Didn't they ban fireworks in Malaysia?
No, you ninny. I'm not talking about the baby pyrotechnomaniacs who literally have their faces shoved into the butt of a firecracker or are hanging onto one for dear life before it explodes.
Oh, so shiny... follow the flickering fuse but don't cry to mum when the skyrocket fuses with your fingers just as it takes off.
If they don't know any better they shouldn't even be allowed to toss the little pop-pops lest they completely miss the ground, burn their feet and launch prematurely into an exploration of pain... and then some.
Such a fine, fine line.
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Write. You. Me. Space. Word.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Not to be a complete hater or anything remotely close to being a spiteful bitch but, people who
ultimately
yeah?
blog like this
for the most part
who think they're off the charts
COOL
really -_-
should take their style with them, fall in a well and proceed to drown.
You hear that gentle splash? Followed by a rumble in the earth? That's E.E. Cummings rolling in his grave at the piss poor modern imitators.
I know, stop reading, right?
I did! Right after a fleeting glance of that first four lines... which is quite the embodiment of classic ADHD writing capacity and the unfortunate result of a compulsive Return key hitter.
I suppose this is why creative poetry was never a subject in high school. At least, not in my high school (not even in English Lit! Unless that's been changed recently...). The countless hours I'd spend defending my "works of art" with defiant logic on subjectivity would've been sinfully gratifying... much to the annoyance and chagrin of my teachers of course.
Oh, come now. You know that would've at least taken the snore out of finishing those pseudo 1119 English exam papers in a scant forty five minutes after the paper commenced.
Not to be a complete hater or anything remotely close to being a spiteful bitch but, people who
ultimately
yeah?
blog like this
for the most part
who think they're off the charts
COOL
really -_-
should take their style with them, fall in a well and proceed to drown.
You hear that gentle splash? Followed by a rumble in the earth? That's E.E. Cummings rolling in his grave at the piss poor modern imitators.
I know, stop reading, right?
I did! Right after a fleeting glance of that first four lines... which is quite the embodiment of classic ADHD writing capacity and the unfortunate result of a compulsive Return key hitter.
I suppose this is why creative poetry was never a subject in high school. At least, not in my high school (not even in English Lit! Unless that's been changed recently...). The countless hours I'd spend defending my "works of art" with defiant logic on subjectivity would've been sinfully gratifying... much to the annoyance and chagrin of my teachers of course.
Oh, come now. You know that would've at least taken the snore out of finishing those pseudo 1119 English exam papers in a scant forty five minutes after the paper commenced.
Labels: rant
Simplification
Friday, August 03, 2007
Lately I've come to discover the pains of being stoic and concise with my words. Not by choice, really. I am compelled to be sparse with my previously witty retorts and shamelessly unhelpful remarks.
It is quite possible I'm getting lazy with my vocabulary to a point where what I really do want to say gets mushed into a generic "maybe" instead which is then followed by an aptly timed smirk, giggle or laugh.
It's quite a shame; such loss of zeal in verbal banter can be disheartening at times.
Because of recent events, I've been diagnosed with lawn-chair syndrome... meaning how it folds? I spit at the analogy; who started such bloody nonsense anyway?
Granted neither blubbering nor sputtering were any of my virtues but in my current state of discontent I can only muster up a sickly "bleh" before I falter. Although, the thought of me being tongue-tied can be such a relief to the few who can't seem to get me to hush.
The other few times I'm seemingly voluntarily quiet would be times when I'm caught with a question to which its answer I'm forced to paraphrase on the spot just to be courteous. Oh yes, there are times where I've made up ridiculous things along the way... like when I was trying to play nice and practically ground out each word trying to describe my healthy relationship with Terry. Of course it came out as a succinct albeit forced five-word phrase complimented with a smile so mad it shred rainbows.
What I had really wanted to say had something to the effect of Terry being a constant bitch and disagreeing with (almost) everything he says makes the sun shine a little brighter and the symphony of strings a little more melodiously victorious every damn time a rebuttal is exchanged <3 Gleeful sarcasm is your best friend, rivalled only by deadpanned sarcasm.
On sarcasm, it has been said that every time I'm sarcastic baby Jesus cries... which would explain why he cries a whole lot (shock! Such slander).
Gotta love your friends! Even the ones who listen to techno (oh, more of your ships sank in EVE? *tear*).
Fridays have never moved at such a fascinatingly slow pace riddled with self-lament fused with complete and utter bullshit.
Lately I've come to discover the pains of being stoic and concise with my words. Not by choice, really. I am compelled to be sparse with my previously witty retorts and shamelessly unhelpful remarks.
It is quite possible I'm getting lazy with my vocabulary to a point where what I really do want to say gets mushed into a generic "maybe" instead which is then followed by an aptly timed smirk, giggle or laugh.
It's quite a shame; such loss of zeal in verbal banter can be disheartening at times.
Because of recent events, I've been diagnosed with lawn-chair syndrome... meaning how it folds? I spit at the analogy; who started such bloody nonsense anyway?
Granted neither blubbering nor sputtering were any of my virtues but in my current state of discontent I can only muster up a sickly "bleh" before I falter. Although, the thought of me being tongue-tied can be such a relief to the few who can't seem to get me to hush.
The other few times I'm seemingly voluntarily quiet would be times when I'm caught with a question to which its answer I'm forced to paraphrase on the spot just to be courteous. Oh yes, there are times where I've made up ridiculous things along the way... like when I was trying to play nice and practically ground out each word trying to describe my healthy relationship with Terry. Of course it came out as a succinct albeit forced five-word phrase complimented with a smile so mad it shred rainbows.
What I had really wanted to say had something to the effect of Terry being a constant bitch and disagreeing with (almost) everything he says makes the sun shine a little brighter and the symphony of strings a little more melodiously victorious every damn time a rebuttal is exchanged <3 Gleeful sarcasm is your best friend, rivalled only by deadpanned sarcasm.
On sarcasm, it has been said that every time I'm sarcastic baby Jesus cries... which would explain why he cries a whole lot (shock! Such slander).
Gotta love your friends! Even the ones who listen to techno (oh, more of your ships sank in EVE? *tear*).
Fridays have never moved at such a fascinatingly slow pace riddled with self-lament fused with complete and utter bullshit.
Labels: rant
Oral fixation
Thursday, April 26, 2007
To the people from Illidan who are currently reading this post, the only reason I'm blogging is because my prepaid time ran out. Yes, I got pwned big time... considering I just got my dirty little hands on a sexy flying epic ;/
In other news, going to the dentist is almost as exciting as falling face first into unforgivngly brittle asphalt after leaping off the pinnacle of the Petronas Twin Towers. After the -longest- time, I went to see the dentist to get some scaling work done.
I've been meaning to do it, really.
But I've just been putting it off... I wonder why, hmm.
However, it was when the ultrasonic scaler hit my gums and sent a nasty ricochet straight down to my toes had I realize why I NEVER did make a dental appointment and seemingly procrastinate in actually going to one for the longest time ever.
God, I hate going to the dentist for tooth scaling.
At least wisdom tooth removal came with local anaesthetic... well, after you feel that huge needle make its way into your delicate gums. Scaling? Head-on collision of sterile, unyielding metal with raw, tender tissue. Also, post wisdom tooth removal perks included fun stuff like Oxycodone; post tooth scaling however, just came with the lingering phantom high-pitched buzz of the scaler stuck in your head for the next few hours or so.
Ugh.
I have beautifully clean and shiny teeth now.
Yes, beautifully clean and shiny teeth that I can grit in annoyance when my aunt (who's been living with us for about two weeks now) starts talking to me like she's trying to get the attention of a three year old who's too busy drooling over herself to care about anything else.
Even though I am aware it's morbidly hilarious from a third party's point of view, dealing with my aunt is quite exasperating.
That whole baby voice talk? Apparently it's only reserved for me since she does this auto voice switch from talking to my parents. Maybe your husband and son will appreciate it... hell, probably your son's kid will love it BUT your twenty-three year old niece DOES NOT.
Frankly, the tone of her voice stresses me out and it takes all my self control to not pop a vein in my neck and scream at her when she does that -_-
Gosh, I won't even start with her habits that are driving me batshit insane right up the nearest wall.
Three more days. Just three more days.
And if you're wondering, yes, I do try to ignore her. No, I don't feel bad for ignoring and being the rude, unresponding, uncaring niece because ignorance really is bliss at times.
A little scary, but true.
Speaking of scary, Ed mentioned that my profile on MSN looks scary...
Scary -_-
Ed said it "look like the stare of woman when they found something out about u."
To which I countered in the conversation below:
sean :: nekomatta.com says: i think i'll blog
sean :: nekomatta.com says: and put up this picture --->
sean :: nekomatta.com says: and your commentary about it
sean :: nekomatta.com says: LOL
*sierra Edward says: lol
*sierra Edward says: damn
*sierra Edward says: i close the picture fyi
*sierra Edward says: lol
sean :: nekomatta.com says: lol
*sierra Edward says: i don't like stare haha
*sierra Edward says: that stare imply so many things.. i.e. u peed on the bed last night
sean :: nekomatta.com says: LOL
*sierra Edward says: haha
*sierra Edward says: k don't put that on commentary btw
sean :: nekomatta.com says: sooo going up
*sierra Edward says: damn
It doesn't look that scary :(
To the people from Illidan who are currently reading this post, the only reason I'm blogging is because my prepaid time ran out. Yes, I got pwned big time... considering I just got my dirty little hands on a sexy flying epic ;/
In other news, going to the dentist is almost as exciting as falling face first into unforgivngly brittle asphalt after leaping off the pinnacle of the Petronas Twin Towers. After the -longest- time, I went to see the dentist to get some scaling work done.
I've been meaning to do it, really.
But I've just been putting it off... I wonder why, hmm.
However, it was when the ultrasonic scaler hit my gums and sent a nasty ricochet straight down to my toes had I realize why I NEVER did make a dental appointment and seemingly procrastinate in actually going to one for the longest time ever.
God, I hate going to the dentist for tooth scaling.
At least wisdom tooth removal came with local anaesthetic... well, after you feel that huge needle make its way into your delicate gums. Scaling? Head-on collision of sterile, unyielding metal with raw, tender tissue. Also, post wisdom tooth removal perks included fun stuff like Oxycodone; post tooth scaling however, just came with the lingering phantom high-pitched buzz of the scaler stuck in your head for the next few hours or so.
Ugh.
I have beautifully clean and shiny teeth now.
Yes, beautifully clean and shiny teeth that I can grit in annoyance when my aunt (who's been living with us for about two weeks now) starts talking to me like she's trying to get the attention of a three year old who's too busy drooling over herself to care about anything else.
Even though I am aware it's morbidly hilarious from a third party's point of view, dealing with my aunt is quite exasperating.
That whole baby voice talk? Apparently it's only reserved for me since she does this auto voice switch from talking to my parents. Maybe your husband and son will appreciate it... hell, probably your son's kid will love it BUT your twenty-three year old niece DOES NOT.
Frankly, the tone of her voice stresses me out and it takes all my self control to not pop a vein in my neck and scream at her when she does that -_-
Gosh, I won't even start with her habits that are driving me batshit insane right up the nearest wall.
Three more days. Just three more days.
And if you're wondering, yes, I do try to ignore her. No, I don't feel bad for ignoring and being the rude, unresponding, uncaring niece because ignorance really is bliss at times.
A little scary, but true.
Speaking of scary, Ed mentioned that my profile on MSN looks scary...
Scary -_-
Ed said it "look like the stare of woman when they found something out about u."
To which I countered in the conversation below:
sean :: nekomatta.com says: i think i'll blog
sean :: nekomatta.com says: and put up this picture --->
sean :: nekomatta.com says: and your commentary about it
sean :: nekomatta.com says: LOL
*sierra Edward says: lol
*sierra Edward says: damn
*sierra Edward says: i close the picture fyi
*sierra Edward says: lol
sean :: nekomatta.com says: lol
*sierra Edward says: i don't like stare haha
*sierra Edward says: that stare imply so many things.. i.e. u peed on the bed last night
sean :: nekomatta.com says: LOL
*sierra Edward says: haha
*sierra Edward says: k don't put that on commentary btw
sean :: nekomatta.com says: sooo going up
*sierra Edward says: damn
It doesn't look that scary :(
Bzzz itch
Thursday, April 12, 2007
If there's one insect species on earth I'd hope to see go extinct right about NOW, it would be mosquitoes.
Augh! Those pesky buggers were put on earth as some horrible joke because some evolutionary process (or God :P) thought it'd be a gas to to mutate and keep alive tiny, blood sucking insects that serve to only transmit diseases and cause nasty red spots that ITCH LIKE HELL.
I HATE mosquitoes!!
Hate those blood sucking monstrosities SO bad considering they find the strangest places to bite you (i.e. toes and the bottom side of your sole). All I really want to do now is scratch at the bites until my eyes roll back into my sockets in relief. Grr!
But I'd be stuck with scars :(
Maybe I need to breed a mosquito eater.
If there's one insect species on earth I'd hope to see go extinct right about NOW, it would be mosquitoes.
Augh! Those pesky buggers were put on earth as some horrible joke because some evolutionary process (or God :P) thought it'd be a gas to to mutate and keep alive tiny, blood sucking insects that serve to only transmit diseases and cause nasty red spots that ITCH LIKE HELL.
I HATE mosquitoes!!
Hate those blood sucking monstrosities SO bad considering they find the strangest places to bite you (i.e. toes and the bottom side of your sole). All I really want to do now is scratch at the bites until my eyes roll back into my sockets in relief. Grr!
But I'd be stuck with scars :(
Maybe I need to breed a mosquito eater.
Labels: rant
Instability
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Besides being nearly suffocated to death on a daily basis by my neighbour's overpowering incense... I am currently living in a world of semi deafness that leaves me in a constant state of quirky, whimsical otherworldiness.
It's cute the way perspective get skewed when you listen to yourself behind a layer of liquid membrane that seems to muffle both hearing and thought.
That also leads to craziness... for example, if I really did go deaf, what would be the last thing I'd want to hear?
(to the next person who says anything or anyone and the word "voice" together, I will shank you)
Some people get a stimulating kick out of having stuff in their ears; nothing sexual mind you... be it a little q-tip in the ear or ear drops that causes this giddy adrenaline rush of non-sexual satisfaction... ARE YOU PEOPLE CRAZY :P
There is NOTHING stimulating about having liquid dropped into your ears. NADA. NONE. ZERO.
I am terrified of that crap. I generally clutch at the sides of my sofa, curl into a little ball and start squealing nonsensical verbiage against the doctor who prescribed this inhumane medication as I squeeze my eyes shut trying to negate that impending drop that will hit the insides of my ear like a tsunami against a tiny beach that's barely there.
And sometimes, it feels like that drop went straight past my eardrum and smack into the top portion of my nose. Pseudo drowning via droplet.
I think the first time my mom had to do that, she practically had to hold my head down flat against the couch.
No shens.
As for my neighbours, with the amount of smog literally coming through the walls by my dining table (yes, it only seems to smell here... funny the air is crystal clear a mere ten feet away) I have no idea which miniature forest or already soon-to-be extinct animal population they're burning away to pay homage to their God.
I have half my mind to light a huge aromatherapy burner and siphon the air across and into their house... that or I might just throw the burner across and hope it catches someone on the noggin' and fixes their non-existent sense of smell.
I love my senses. All of 'em. And when my hearing is impaired, the last thing I need is freaking smog coming from what can only be perceived as joss sticks the size of a 500 year old tree being lit and burnt EVERY OTHER NIGHT.
That and the whole ear imbalance thing is quite shifty and annoying.
Besides being nearly suffocated to death on a daily basis by my neighbour's overpowering incense... I am currently living in a world of semi deafness that leaves me in a constant state of quirky, whimsical otherworldiness.
It's cute the way perspective get skewed when you listen to yourself behind a layer of liquid membrane that seems to muffle both hearing and thought.
That also leads to craziness... for example, if I really did go deaf, what would be the last thing I'd want to hear?
(to the next person who says anything or anyone and the word "voice" together, I will shank you)
Some people get a stimulating kick out of having stuff in their ears; nothing sexual mind you... be it a little q-tip in the ear or ear drops that causes this giddy adrenaline rush of non-sexual satisfaction... ARE YOU PEOPLE CRAZY :P
There is NOTHING stimulating about having liquid dropped into your ears. NADA. NONE. ZERO.
I am terrified of that crap. I generally clutch at the sides of my sofa, curl into a little ball and start squealing nonsensical verbiage against the doctor who prescribed this inhumane medication as I squeeze my eyes shut trying to negate that impending drop that will hit the insides of my ear like a tsunami against a tiny beach that's barely there.
And sometimes, it feels like that drop went straight past my eardrum and smack into the top portion of my nose. Pseudo drowning via droplet.
I think the first time my mom had to do that, she practically had to hold my head down flat against the couch.
No shens.
As for my neighbours, with the amount of smog literally coming through the walls by my dining table (yes, it only seems to smell here... funny the air is crystal clear a mere ten feet away) I have no idea which miniature forest or already soon-to-be extinct animal population they're burning away to pay homage to their God.
I have half my mind to light a huge aromatherapy burner and siphon the air across and into their house... that or I might just throw the burner across and hope it catches someone on the noggin' and fixes their non-existent sense of smell.
I love my senses. All of 'em. And when my hearing is impaired, the last thing I need is freaking smog coming from what can only be perceived as joss sticks the size of a 500 year old tree being lit and burnt EVERY OTHER NIGHT.
That and the whole ear imbalance thing is quite shifty and annoying.
Sleep interrupted
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I actually thought of something exciting to rant about early this morning as I was rolling about in bed, half annoyed with the sun and half content with the languor of the residues of my sleep that didn't help my attempt(s) in getting out of bed.
Of course, that was cut short when my cellphone blared... only to be cut off half way because yeah, the battery's retarded. Eyes crusted with shit and all, there was really no way I could tell who called... and my phone, being my phone, has no memory of whoever called.
Brilliant, eh?
So, if you called me at 10-ish this morning, it's not because I hung up on purpose :p I would've called back... but I didn't know who to call >.<
Oh well.
However, I did try to induce the whole inspirational-roll-trying-to-get out-of-bed moment once again this evening as it rained. Getting to sleep was no problem; it's waking up to the sound of a crabby old neighbour screaming in hokkien that totally kills. And by the sound of it, she seemed to be beating a poor child on his/her head to death.
Or she could have been merely tenderizing meat to pulp on her prehistoric chopping board.
Who knows, really?
I actually thought of something exciting to rant about early this morning as I was rolling about in bed, half annoyed with the sun and half content with the languor of the residues of my sleep that didn't help my attempt(s) in getting out of bed.
Of course, that was cut short when my cellphone blared... only to be cut off half way because yeah, the battery's retarded. Eyes crusted with shit and all, there was really no way I could tell who called... and my phone, being my phone, has no memory of whoever called.
Brilliant, eh?
So, if you called me at 10-ish this morning, it's not because I hung up on purpose :p I would've called back... but I didn't know who to call >.<
Oh well.
However, I did try to induce the whole inspirational-roll-trying-to-get out-of-bed moment once again this evening as it rained. Getting to sleep was no problem; it's waking up to the sound of a crabby old neighbour screaming in hokkien that totally kills. And by the sound of it, she seemed to be beating a poor child on his/her head to death.
Or she could have been merely tenderizing meat to pulp on her prehistoric chopping board.
Who knows, really?
Labels: rant
Oh, lately it's so quiet
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I've decided that despite all my past bitching, ignorance is bliss and I've succumbed to the devil that is the Burning Crusade.
It's been two weeks or so since the WoW addiction has latched onto my will power with gigantic suction cups and have since refused to let go. Even though I may turn purple soon, I'm not 70 yet. Sadly. Levelling is so painfully slow I do believe everyone else's alt is going to beat me to 70.
Doesn't help that you have to level in that shithole called Nagrand (take a guess what level I am! :P). Yeah, awesome. It's the crackwhore version of Stranglethorn; kill thirty of this, kill thirty of that, run all the way south when the quest giver is up north in some decrepit hut, kill thirty more of this blah blah crap bullshit and then you have that agony of a trampoline quest. The dev that came up with the idea (wrote the algorithm, whatever), needs to have his brains examined, fingers hacked off and degree revoked.
Or maybe, which is possibly true, I'm just really bad.
Did I mention the rep grind I have to look forward to when I hit 70?
And I despise Blood Elves. So very, very much.
On another note, what is it with people who've got pride SO HUGE and nasty it ultimately destroys all forms of logic and sanity? For fuck's sake, if you don't know something... just say you don't know. If you made a mistake, just MAN THE FUCK UP and admit it.
It doesn't make you any less of a person just because you don't know something or made a mistake... but when you cover that up with little lies that eventually catch up to you and bite you smack in the ass -HARD-, then it's a whole new ballgame.
I sound like a broken recorder... very reminiscent of the whole e-mistress drama which I believe was madder than the Mad Hatter at his own tea party. But I digress.
Speaking of which, I used to know this guy (past tense usage is recent too!)... and really, don't ask me what's wrong with him because even though I'd love to share, I really don't know what happened to him.
He went from an intellectual, much-liked CAPABLE young man to a UNBELIEVABLY disappointing, irresponsible, disrespectful, dishonest sack of shit.
Maybe he had a lobotomy sometime in the past year or so, who knows? Boggles the mind really, the gaping chasm of irresponsibility he created and hovered in. Then again, maybe it's the pride issue (see statement in the paragraphs above). I'm more inclined to think it was pride... especially when it came to financial issues and the whole "Mom, be proud of me" syndrome.
Look, I understand you don't want to be a disappointment to your mom/parents/relatives/uncles/pet dog but I don't think that gives you a right to fuck the people you're around 24/7 at that point in time over either. Ugh, still can wrap any logic around how as long as you're not a disappointment to your parents, screwing everyone else over is "OK"?
It's not like none of us tried to help. Apparently he was too good for our help.
OH WELL.
Anyway, back to Nagrand to elevate my goat killing status.
I've decided that despite all my past bitching, ignorance is bliss and I've succumbed to the devil that is the Burning Crusade.
It's been two weeks or so since the WoW addiction has latched onto my will power with gigantic suction cups and have since refused to let go. Even though I may turn purple soon, I'm not 70 yet. Sadly. Levelling is so painfully slow I do believe everyone else's alt is going to beat me to 70.
Doesn't help that you have to level in that shithole called Nagrand (take a guess what level I am! :P). Yeah, awesome. It's the crackwhore version of Stranglethorn; kill thirty of this, kill thirty of that, run all the way south when the quest giver is up north in some decrepit hut, kill thirty more of this blah blah crap bullshit and then you have that agony of a trampoline quest. The dev that came up with the idea (wrote the algorithm, whatever), needs to have his brains examined, fingers hacked off and degree revoked.
Or maybe, which is possibly true, I'm just really bad.
Did I mention the rep grind I have to look forward to when I hit 70?
And I despise Blood Elves. So very, very much.
On another note, what is it with people who've got pride SO HUGE and nasty it ultimately destroys all forms of logic and sanity? For fuck's sake, if you don't know something... just say you don't know. If you made a mistake, just MAN THE FUCK UP and admit it.
It doesn't make you any less of a person just because you don't know something or made a mistake... but when you cover that up with little lies that eventually catch up to you and bite you smack in the ass -HARD-, then it's a whole new ballgame.
I sound like a broken recorder... very reminiscent of the whole e-mistress drama which I believe was madder than the Mad Hatter at his own tea party. But I digress.
Speaking of which, I used to know this guy (past tense usage is recent too!)... and really, don't ask me what's wrong with him because even though I'd love to share, I really don't know what happened to him.
He went from an intellectual, much-liked CAPABLE young man to a UNBELIEVABLY disappointing, irresponsible, disrespectful, dishonest sack of shit.
Maybe he had a lobotomy sometime in the past year or so, who knows? Boggles the mind really, the gaping chasm of irresponsibility he created and hovered in. Then again, maybe it's the pride issue (see statement in the paragraphs above). I'm more inclined to think it was pride... especially when it came to financial issues and the whole "Mom, be proud of me" syndrome.
Look, I understand you don't want to be a disappointment to your mom/parents/relatives/uncles/pet dog but I don't think that gives you a right to fuck the people you're around 24/7 at that point in time over either. Ugh, still can wrap any logic around how as long as you're not a disappointment to your parents, screwing everyone else over is "OK"?
It's not like none of us tried to help. Apparently he was too good for our help.
OH WELL.
Anyway, back to Nagrand to elevate my goat killing status.
Reign of the Golden Boar
Monday, February 19, 2007
It's the time of the year where spending money (and I mean an unimaginable, extravagantly careless amount) is not an issue, gorging ourselves silly is the way to go, house hopping (talk, ang paus, talk more... all that fun stuff ;)) isn't bothersome, gambling becomes a happy way to win/lose money and stuffing our faces even more is carried out relentlessly, just because we can. That and it's also the time where we accept door gifts from our neighbours which obviously have been recycled. Yeah, you know who you are... passing around that ONE unholy box of biscuits nobody ever seems to want.
Since my mom doesn't believe in recycling, we usually end up with a few boxes of those legendary biscuits. And they sit there, permanently in my kitchen. Seriously, which asshole started the chain and decided it was a gas to pass their family/friends a revolting metal tin of crumbs that no one really even wants to eat much less keep?
For the love of the pig, buy something you'd actually WANT to eat and THEN pass it on to someone so they'd appreciate it... and hopefully, it won't end up in my kitchen.
Anyway, say oink! It's my year to be prosperous, indulgent and naughty; wrecking havoc with my fellow piggies despite what the feng shui critics have to say :P
Happy Chinese New Year! :)
It's the time of the year where spending money (and I mean an unimaginable, extravagantly careless amount) is not an issue, gorging ourselves silly is the way to go, house hopping (talk, ang paus, talk more... all that fun stuff ;)) isn't bothersome, gambling becomes a happy way to win/lose money and stuffing our faces even more is carried out relentlessly, just because we can. That and it's also the time where we accept door gifts from our neighbours which obviously have been recycled. Yeah, you know who you are... passing around that ONE unholy box of biscuits nobody ever seems to want.
Since my mom doesn't believe in recycling, we usually end up with a few boxes of those legendary biscuits. And they sit there, permanently in my kitchen. Seriously, which asshole started the chain and decided it was a gas to pass their family/friends a revolting metal tin of crumbs that no one really even wants to eat much less keep?
For the love of the pig, buy something you'd actually WANT to eat and THEN pass it on to someone so they'd appreciate it... and hopefully, it won't end up in my kitchen.
Anyway, say oink! It's my year to be prosperous, indulgent and naughty; wrecking havoc with my fellow piggies despite what the feng shui critics have to say :P
Happy Chinese New Year! :)
Labels: rant
Written abuse
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
It's that time (before the time) of the month where I bask in the glory of reckless indulgence... particularly those of the edible nature. Of course, I might and probably will end up whining about it two weeks later after all the guilt and lard have permanently set in.
I've also realized that the quality of my writing pretty much crumples into a heap of rubbish when I attempt to compose my thoughts and deliver them in a proper and legible manner.
That just makes me a god-awful writer.
But still a decent CSS developer... I think ;)
Speaking of which, what is it with people who think they can get away with paying their contractors with literally peanuts? Or the shady ones who keep adding stuff to do thinking it's some God-given right of theirs to step over the boundaries of the initial contract (verbal, written, whatever tickles your trust)? Now, I have some really wonderful clients but sometimes there's that one or two who unleashes the serial killer in you.
For example:
This bloody monkey makes a list of things (X) that I have to fix and agrees to pay me a certain amount (Y). I write him back to clarify and confirm. When he replies, it's (X + Z) fixes. Already a little ticked off, I still email to verify the stuff that needs to be done -again- and he emails me back with an even bigger list (think X + Z + [ Int{1+3*x}, x=A..Z ]). So from 19 fixes to 49 (F-O-U-R-T-Y-N-I-N-E)... and some of them are full-blown pages.
What the hell? It's obvious that you're already an inconsiderate, unreasonable, disrespectful, exploiting asshole but are you stupid as well to blatantly add on (and what a big addition) what was not previously stated and still expect it to be done at the same price?
Getting a "bang for your buck" is one thing but over-exploiting?! Are you sick in the head?
Don't get me wrong but the one, two or three additions are usually no big deal... BUT THIRTY?
Of course, killing him off with invincible psychic powers or frying his ass with sunbeams bounced off a satellite ala James Bond right now would only be, unfortunately, a dream. Instead, I reply with a courteous albeit slightly sarcastic "Wow, that list grows longer every time... sorry, I can't take that project considering your budget isn't proportional to the time/work required."
In reality, my response would be, "You douchebag, this is daylight robbery. You don't want a front end developer, you want a mindless slave from the deepest, poorest nether regions of India. I hope your CSS rots and dies."
Do the world a favor and learn from the other good people in the world: embrace your inner virtues of being considerately reasonable and don't be an asshat.
It's that time (before the time) of the month where I bask in the glory of reckless indulgence... particularly those of the edible nature. Of course, I might and probably will end up whining about it two weeks later after all the guilt and lard have permanently set in.
I've also realized that the quality of my writing pretty much crumples into a heap of rubbish when I attempt to compose my thoughts and deliver them in a proper and legible manner.
That just makes me a god-awful writer.
But still a decent CSS developer... I think ;)
Speaking of which, what is it with people who think they can get away with paying their contractors with literally peanuts? Or the shady ones who keep adding stuff to do thinking it's some God-given right of theirs to step over the boundaries of the initial contract (verbal, written, whatever tickles your trust)? Now, I have some really wonderful clients but sometimes there's that one or two who unleashes the serial killer in you.
For example:
This bloody monkey makes a list of things (X) that I have to fix and agrees to pay me a certain amount (Y). I write him back to clarify and confirm. When he replies, it's (X + Z) fixes. Already a little ticked off, I still email to verify the stuff that needs to be done -again- and he emails me back with an even bigger list (think X + Z + [ Int{1+3*x}, x=A..Z ]). So from 19 fixes to 49 (F-O-U-R-T-Y-N-I-N-E)... and some of them are full-blown pages.
What the hell? It's obvious that you're already an inconsiderate, unreasonable, disrespectful, exploiting asshole but are you stupid as well to blatantly add on (and what a big addition) what was not previously stated and still expect it to be done at the same price?
Getting a "bang for your buck" is one thing but over-exploiting?! Are you sick in the head?
Don't get me wrong but the one, two or three additions are usually no big deal... BUT THIRTY?
Of course, killing him off with invincible psychic powers or frying his ass with sunbeams bounced off a satellite ala James Bond right now would only be, unfortunately, a dream. Instead, I reply with a courteous albeit slightly sarcastic "Wow, that list grows longer every time... sorry, I can't take that project considering your budget isn't proportional to the time/work required."
In reality, my response would be, "You douchebag, this is daylight robbery. You don't want a front end developer, you want a mindless slave from the deepest, poorest nether regions of India. I hope your CSS rots and dies."
Do the world a favor and learn from the other good people in the world: embrace your inner virtues of being considerately reasonable and don't be an asshat.