Sunday, November 20, 2005
A True Story (almost)
One day while rushing our thesis, me and my two groupmates went to Maccas to grab some McCoffee. (Maccas is the Australian slang for McDonalds.)
I ordered a Mocha and a piece of cake. Mudit ordered a Cappucino and Nipun ordered a Cappucino and a Jam-ball donut. (A jam-ball donut is a donut with jam filling.)
2/3 of the way through his donut, Nipun realised that his donut had only a single drop of jam in it. We egged him to go complain and off he went.
The manager gave him a new donut and so he sat back down to chomp down on the donut. Halfway through this donut, he realised that this one had NO JAM at all! So off he went again to complain.
At the McCafe counter, the manager gave him another donut. This time, to play safe, Nipun tore the donut into halves to check and again this one had no jam! So the manager gave him another yet another donut. Tearing it apart, they both saw that this jam-ball donut again had NO JAM!
Embarrased, the manager told Nipun, "Sorry mate. I have no idea why they're all like that. Can I offer you a packet of breakfast jam?"
Nipun then calmly told the manager, "Nah. It's okay. I don't really like jam."
[Okay, the last statement was false. Nipun didn't actually say that. He just came back to the table and finished his 2 and 3/4 jam-less donuts.]
I ordered a Mocha and a piece of cake. Mudit ordered a Cappucino and Nipun ordered a Cappucino and a Jam-ball donut. (A jam-ball donut is a donut with jam filling.)
2/3 of the way through his donut, Nipun realised that his donut had only a single drop of jam in it. We egged him to go complain and off he went.
The manager gave him a new donut and so he sat back down to chomp down on the donut. Halfway through this donut, he realised that this one had NO JAM at all! So off he went again to complain.
At the McCafe counter, the manager gave him another donut. This time, to play safe, Nipun tore the donut into halves to check and again this one had no jam! So the manager gave him another yet another donut. Tearing it apart, they both saw that this jam-ball donut again had NO JAM!
Embarrased, the manager told Nipun, "Sorry mate. I have no idea why they're all like that. Can I offer you a packet of breakfast jam?"
Nipun then calmly told the manager, "Nah. It's okay. I don't really like jam."
[Okay, the last statement was false. Nipun didn't actually say that. He just came back to the table and finished his 2 and 3/4 jam-less donuts.]
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Free advertising for my sister again.
Friday, November 04, 2005
你知不知道思念一个人的滋味？
I suddenly decided to write something here only to realise that I forgot my password AND username. Dawned on me that it's probably been a while since I doodled here.
Anyway, it's one of those moody days again. In fact, it was so bad that I went to hunt for a particular old song that I remember from my secondary school days. Thought that hearing it would make me feel better... what on earth was I thinking? Since when have sad songs cheered anybody up! Bloody hell... as my MSN personal message often says : I have the mind of a genius, but I forgot where I left it.
If I didn't fuck it up like I usually do, you probably should hear the song playing in the background while you read the crap that I write. If you are getting tired/bored/restless/irritated/boggled at this point of reading my nonsense, stay for the song at least =P
Even though thingking of someone made me want to hear this song, this song funnily reminds me of Xinmei and Emily. I was msn-ing Emily earlier on and the issue of the Heartbreak House on Doncaster Ave was brought up. We all laughed and ultimately cried in that stoopid goddamn forsaken horse-crap-smelling place (but damn, we had nice sofas!). For Emily's sake, I shall print the lyrics here too.
你知不知道思念一个人的滋味 就像喝一杯冰冷的水
然后用很长很长的时间 一颗一颗流成热泪
你知不知道寂寞的滋味 寂寞是因为思念谁
你知不知道痛苦的滋味 痛苦是因为想忘记谁
你知不知道忘记一个人的滋味 就像欣赏一种残酷的美
然后用很小很小的声音 告诉自己坚强面对
你知不知道你知不知道
你知不知道寂寞的滋味 寂寞是因为思念谁
Actually, I am beginning to detest typing. After a 220 page thesis and staring at a to-be-15 page assignment (of which I am proud to say I am at page 2), I cannot believe I still want to type rubbish here. Maybe it's the warm weather, maybe it's the moodiness... or maybe I am plain going nutters. Nucking futter!
I was having dinner with a friend recently and decided to explain to her my new categorisation of women in terms of "hotness". Today I just thought about it and realised it applies to women in all aspect when it comes to me :
1) Women I am not interested in.
2) Women I cannot get.
3) Women I cannot get even if I tried and tried until I turn purple in the face and had to cut off my balls.
That leaves me with... ermm... nobody I guess. Looks like a long lonely road ahead. On a totally different topic : Somehow I want to use Arial Font, Size 12 and set 1.5 lines spacing... but I gidress.
Yes... i know I spelt "digress" totally wrong. I think there's a problem with me. I have often realised I am quite dyslexic... while I am not pronouncing words wrong, I always spell them wrong. I used to think it's just my stupendously fast typing speed that made me mistype stuff, but apparently I do that with a pen and paper too. Funny leh, if I am really dyslexic, wouldn't it have been caught by today? Can you develop dyslexia as you grow older? Or am I getting senile? Anyhoo, Dyslexics of the world untie!
MAN! Can I talk crap or what! If I carry on, I'll prolly need to include an abstract, a contents page, a conclusion and appendices. After effects of that damn thesis, thank Jebus it's over. Everything seems to be going well enough... maybe it's time my life picked up?
CONCLUSION
Hehehehe... just had to do that. I was going to put somebody's picture here because
1) I am thinking of her.
2) I doubt she'll chance upon this page to see that I've posted her picture without permission.
3) Must I really give 3 reasons for everything I do?
But I decided that everyone will think I am a big soppy idiot, especially with the song playing. So I shall end here because
1) I need to pee.
2) I am tired.
3) I have nothing else to write.
4) Didn't expect a fourth, did you! =)
Anyway, it's one of those moody days again. In fact, it was so bad that I went to hunt for a particular old song that I remember from my secondary school days. Thought that hearing it would make me feel better... what on earth was I thinking? Since when have sad songs cheered anybody up! Bloody hell... as my MSN personal message often says : I have the mind of a genius, but I forgot where I left it.
If I didn't fuck it up like I usually do, you probably should hear the song playing in the background while you read the crap that I write. If you are getting tired/bored/restless/irritated/boggled at this point of reading my nonsense, stay for the song at least =P
Even though thingking of someone made me want to hear this song, this song funnily reminds me of Xinmei and Emily. I was msn-ing Emily earlier on and the issue of the Heartbreak House on Doncaster Ave was brought up. We all laughed and ultimately cried in that stoopid goddamn forsaken horse-crap-smelling place (but damn, we had nice sofas!). For Emily's sake, I shall print the lyrics here too.
你知不知道思念一个人的滋味 就像喝一杯冰冷的水
然后用很长很长的时间 一颗一颗流成热泪
你知不知道寂寞的滋味 寂寞是因为思念谁
你知不知道痛苦的滋味 痛苦是因为想忘记谁
你知不知道忘记一个人的滋味 就像欣赏一种残酷的美
然后用很小很小的声音 告诉自己坚强面对
你知不知道你知不知道
你知不知道寂寞的滋味 寂寞是因为思念谁
Actually, I am beginning to detest typing. After a 220 page thesis and staring at a to-be-15 page assignment (of which I am proud to say I am at page 2), I cannot believe I still want to type rubbish here. Maybe it's the warm weather, maybe it's the moodiness... or maybe I am plain going nutters. Nucking futter!
I was having dinner with a friend recently and decided to explain to her my new categorisation of women in terms of "hotness". Today I just thought about it and realised it applies to women in all aspect when it comes to me :
1) Women I am not interested in.
2) Women I cannot get.
3) Women I cannot get even if I tried and tried until I turn purple in the face and had to cut off my balls.
That leaves me with... ermm... nobody I guess. Looks like a long lonely road ahead. On a totally different topic : Somehow I want to use Arial Font, Size 12 and set 1.5 lines spacing... but I gidress.
Yes... i know I spelt "digress" totally wrong. I think there's a problem with me. I have often realised I am quite dyslexic... while I am not pronouncing words wrong, I always spell them wrong. I used to think it's just my stupendously fast typing speed that made me mistype stuff, but apparently I do that with a pen and paper too. Funny leh, if I am really dyslexic, wouldn't it have been caught by today? Can you develop dyslexia as you grow older? Or am I getting senile? Anyhoo, Dyslexics of the world untie!
MAN! Can I talk crap or what! If I carry on, I'll prolly need to include an abstract, a contents page, a conclusion and appendices. After effects of that damn thesis, thank Jebus it's over. Everything seems to be going well enough... maybe it's time my life picked up?
CONCLUSION
Hehehehe... just had to do that. I was going to put somebody's picture here because
1) I am thinking of her.
2) I doubt she'll chance upon this page to see that I've posted her picture without permission.
3) Must I really give 3 reasons for everything I do?
But I decided that everyone will think I am a big soppy idiot, especially with the song playing. So I shall end here because
1) I need to pee.
2) I am tired.
3) I have nothing else to write.
4) Didn't expect a fourth, did you! =)
