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| My hair is officially taking over my life.
They refuse to stay put, preferring to occupy my bedroom floor instead. I would sweep my room, whenever I remember to, but after a few days there'd be hair all over the place again. Sure, it's normal to shed a few here and there. But it's not normal if you find hair in your food the second you look away.
If I'm the Monkey King, I'd have built an army already*. No wait, I don't need an army. I need a body double so that I can work on my tan at the beach while my clone goes to work. And find me a hot guy who can spell.
Did I mention work? Yeah, I finally found a job. Hey, I'm useful again! After three months of debauchery (not exactly, it just sounds more interesting), I am more than ready to go back to being a corporate slave. Ah, the perverse pleasure of being used. Well, the money's not bad. Plus, I get to shed my hair somewhere else now ;D
*Link for those who need an explanation. Note the picture of Jet Li as Monkey King from the horrible, horrible movie, The Forbidden Kingdom. If you have not seen it, please don't.
Happy Chinese New Year =)
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| I had a craving for chocolates the other day. So I went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, expecting to find some Toblerone I saw the day before. Alas, it was gone. Must have been gobbled up by the 2 little trolls in my house - my tweenish sisters.
Then I remembered I have a cube of chocolate in my room. Specifically, in the paper bag I brought home from my last day of work in October. I had it for the longest time in my office drawer but never found the mood/feeling/craving to eat it. It was part of a basket of chocolates given by an associate for Christmas '07, so if you do the math you'd know how old the chocolate is. Hey, it's chocolate. You'd never throw gold away would ya?
So up I went into my room, busted down the door like a SWAT team and surrounded the target.
"Ah, found it!" I exclaimed aloud in my head, my eyes looking at that cubic metre of heaven wrapped in gold foil.
Then I took a closer look at the chocolate and saw that one corner has been bitten off. Wtf?!
So in that one day, desire turned into anticipation, then into disappointment. In a flash, it turned into hope, which then morphed into excitement, into happiness, but quickly became loss, grief and bewilderment.
That actually sums up my year aptly too. I mean 2008. That was like a leitmotif for the whole of 2008. Just when you think you got things figured out, you get hit by a truck coming up behind you.
Although it's now the new year, I'm not sure if the craziness has stopped following me.
Now who ate my chocolate??!
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| Bought Oasis's latest album, Dig Out Your Soul, am disappointed by the lack of any memorable track. The first single, Shock of the Lightning, is the most memorable. But on the whole, nothing comes close Champagne Supernova, or even She's Electric from (What's the Story) Morning Glory. . Shall I say the album is... boring? 
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| Between my last entry and now, a whole lot have happened work-wise and I am now officially unemployed again, I've had enough of incompetent bosses. Yeah, great timing you say. But it doesn't feel like recession yet here, despite the inflation of most necessities, i.e. everything.
So, I was scanning the headlines yesterday and came across some very intriguing news.
Policemen beat a retreat
A police beat base located in the Chow Kit area of downtown Kuala
Lumpur has been shut down because the “presence of criminals could make
it unsafe” for police officers.
What, the cat is afraid of the mice?? This is just wrong. The opposition MP said, "Maybe it would be better to put the beat base in the army barracks." Right on.
Musical is just the thing to lift spirits amid global economic gloom
The staging of the smash hit musical Mamma Mia!
in Malaysia this December could not have come at a better time
Hey who woulda thunk that coughing out more money to watch a bunch of people singing and dancing is just the thing people need to feel better? Never mind that a certain old lady has to sell 14 kg of scraps just to earn RM3.60, which is barely enough for a bowl of noodles from the hawker stall (true story, I just can't find the bloody link). She would have to collect 583 kg of scrap to buy the cheapest ticket, priced at RM150. Gee... They gotta come up with better headlines soon.
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| It's been a bloody fantastic week at work for Murphy's Law. I almost
became One with all the ascerbic ulcers in my gastrointestinal tract.
Thankfully I had some form of distraction when my airway got squeezed;
turning into a lump of ulcer is the last thing my boss hired me for. As
I flare my nostrils in hopes of getting more air, Brain busied itself
with how noticeable the bulging veins at the neck is (it is important
to look presentable at all times while at work), all the while
anticipating when the next tonne of bricks will fall.
The whole thing started last Monday when my PC got clogged up with
viruses. Now being a small company, my boss is in charge of all
IT-related stuff, which means he has to fix it. After days of fiddling,
he threw his hands up and said "That's it, I'm calling in the experts."
After a day* of detox, my computer was back on. He sat in my chair,
setting the anti-virus and anti-spyware to work. Then it hit me.
"It was FULL of viruses," my boss said, before adding, "From now on, no
more browsing the Internet for personal reasons, including during
lunchtime and outside working hours. Disable ActiveX and Javascript.
Even if it means you cannot view certain sites, so be it."
By the time the sentence ended, I was ready to pummel the
next thing I can grab. Although he instructed everyone else to do the
same, my PC was the only one that croaked. Immediately, the neat little
box tucked away in my mind began to spit black venom, alongside the
following subtitle in 72 languages:
"(Insert swear word). So you're saying I'm a dumbf k
now? That I can't differentiate between safe sites and dubious ones?? I
wouldn't even click on anything suspicious if it weren't for work.
Bloody p k."
Small issue, but my mood for the rest of the week was pretty much set at Explosive: Do Not Touch
I've since cooled down, partly because I understand how frustrating
those few days must have been for him, trying to figure out how to fix
the damn machine on top of attending to other pressing matters. Okay,
I'll admit it's also partly because he's allowed us to turn on the
ActiveX and Javascript today 
*A hideously enormous bunch of problems managed to crop up in that one day to keep me looking like the Incredible Hulk in drag.
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