NEW LOOK!
Added some self drawn elements. Some editing. And a really GREEN theme to reflect my stance on environmental conservation (just joking). I just read somewhere that green is a calm colour, and easy on the eyes too. (Green's the colour of money too $_$)
Now, wait till I figure out how to incorporate audio; of birds chirping and waterfalls.
*Update*
My comments box is GONE! crap!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
I have always managed to maintain my body at a fairly consistent weight, regardless of how much food I stuff myself with. However, standing upon the very contraption of reckoning, also known as a weighing machine to many, saw the whirling scales go into uncharted territory, to my horror.
Gasp! What is this country doing to me? (rhetorical question). Almost a third of the 300 million American population is obese, and I would think that such an estimate is relatively conservative. Am I tumbling down the slippery slope to join the ranks of the overweight, to attend to my culinary desires with reckless profligacy? In this land of cheeseburgers, sugar bunnies and grease laden cuisine, one needs to realize that a cheap abundance of food doesn't justify zealous overindulgence.
Perhaps it is a minute possibility that I am exaggerating a five-pound gain, and I would certainly like to attribute it to an increase in height (while I'm at it, I would like a new car too). Perhaps it was because I was wearing heavy clothing. Perhaps it was because I just had a hearty meal. Perhaps I was going to make a toilet joke, but decided against it because someone may be eating while reading this.
Perhaps you would like to stab me with a fork for wasting your time. But hey, I probably spent more time typing this than you took to read it, so kindly put your kitchen cutlery away. Please?
Gasp! What is this country doing to me? (rhetorical question). Almost a third of the 300 million American population is obese, and I would think that such an estimate is relatively conservative. Am I tumbling down the slippery slope to join the ranks of the overweight, to attend to my culinary desires with reckless profligacy? In this land of cheeseburgers, sugar bunnies and grease laden cuisine, one needs to realize that a cheap abundance of food doesn't justify zealous overindulgence.
Perhaps it is a minute possibility that I am exaggerating a five-pound gain, and I would certainly like to attribute it to an increase in height (while I'm at it, I would like a new car too). Perhaps it was because I was wearing heavy clothing. Perhaps it was because I just had a hearty meal. Perhaps I was going to make a toilet joke, but decided against it because someone may be eating while reading this.
Perhaps you would like to stab me with a fork for wasting your time. But hey, I probably spent more time typing this than you took to read it, so kindly put your kitchen cutlery away. Please?
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Oh yes, I've been working out, physically, more than I ever thought I would. I never had the motivation to do so before, yet now I find that it makes me much more energized and focused (in the ability to stay awake during tedious classes and repetitive work schedules). Clothing kind of fits better too.
Holy crap! I'm transmogrifying, as many males my age do, into a muscle obsessed freak I used to (and still is) be disgusted with, due to iron-pumping inducing hormones.
beef cake! BEEF CAKE!
I'm going to curb this before it gets out of hand. Moderation, after all, is key.
Holy crap! I'm transmogrifying, as many males my age do, into a muscle obsessed freak I used to (and still is) be disgusted with, due to iron-pumping inducing hormones.
beef cake! BEEF CAKE!
I'm going to curb this before it gets out of hand. Moderation, after all, is key.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday noon. Woke up to a slight cold after a previous night of revision. Continued studying. Went to work late. Learnt about plans to play basketball. Quandary. Decided to play. Plans cancelled. Went home to study more economics. Slept late.
Tuesday morning. Late for ethics class. Went home again to prepare for test. Took a nap. Woke up in horror due to oversleeping. Crammed the principles of supply, demand, production costs, competitive firms. Took test. Shouldn't do too badly. Cold getting better. Basketball. Sprained toe. Watched DVD-"The Producers" while writhing in pain.
Today. Disturbed by the sound of a grass hacker. Did laundry at uncle's place. Can't bend swollen purplish toe. Late to work as usual. Damn hamburgers. Damn sweatshop. Late dinner with boss and friends. Nice place. Cute waitress. Came by a few times to ask whether I was ok. Froze as usual. Slapping myself figuratively. Discussed supernaturalism on the way back. Got back home and turned on all the lights. Will probably sleep with the lights on.
You see, there is such a thing as excitingly mundane. I'll say, life is full of inherent contradictions.
Tuesday morning. Late for ethics class. Went home again to prepare for test. Took a nap. Woke up in horror due to oversleeping. Crammed the principles of supply, demand, production costs, competitive firms. Took test. Shouldn't do too badly. Cold getting better. Basketball. Sprained toe. Watched DVD-"The Producers" while writhing in pain.
Today. Disturbed by the sound of a grass hacker. Did laundry at uncle's place. Can't bend swollen purplish toe. Late to work as usual. Damn hamburgers. Damn sweatshop. Late dinner with boss and friends. Nice place. Cute waitress. Came by a few times to ask whether I was ok. Froze as usual. Slapping myself figuratively. Discussed supernaturalism on the way back. Got back home and turned on all the lights. Will probably sleep with the lights on.
You see, there is such a thing as excitingly mundane. I'll say, life is full of inherent contradictions.
Friday, July 6, 2007
It's the 3rd '4th of July' I've spent here, but the first time I took the trouble to go down to the beach, amidst the massive congregation of circumstantial patriots, to enjoy the fireworks.
The first independence day was on a balcony alone, smelling the smoke and watching the bursts of light in the distance. The second was on the phone, in the middle of a deserted parking lot-same smell, same lights.
So, this year's deviation was the introduction of people, accenting the excitement and marvel of the event. Unfortunately, the best seats 'in the house' were, of course, snapped up early in the morning. However, the 2-mile distance didn't make the display any less spectacular. Along the whole californian coastline, as far as the eye can see, fireworks were being shot high into the sky. The best part? No high rise buildings to obstruct the splendid view.
It was one of the shortest 20 minutes I've ever had.
Sadly, as always, some irresponsible parents failed to properly supervise their kids, resulting in a freak accident that left a 5 year old boy with a permanent phobia of fireworks and 4 fingers less. Some people really shouldn't be allowed to have children.
Sidetracking, the restaurant that my brother works at had a celebrity visit: mini-me from "Austin Powers". Allegedly, he left a paltry tip for the walter, who remarked in private: "I'll kick him like the little football he is." Yes, insensitive as it may be, it also happens to be the funniest thing I've heard all week.
For those of you who don't get it, or worse -find it offensive, I'm terribly sorry for the guy humor. I'll try to soften the joke next time yes?
Yeahhhh, right.
The first independence day was on a balcony alone, smelling the smoke and watching the bursts of light in the distance. The second was on the phone, in the middle of a deserted parking lot-same smell, same lights.
So, this year's deviation was the introduction of people, accenting the excitement and marvel of the event. Unfortunately, the best seats 'in the house' were, of course, snapped up early in the morning. However, the 2-mile distance didn't make the display any less spectacular. Along the whole californian coastline, as far as the eye can see, fireworks were being shot high into the sky. The best part? No high rise buildings to obstruct the splendid view.
It was one of the shortest 20 minutes I've ever had.
Sadly, as always, some irresponsible parents failed to properly supervise their kids, resulting in a freak accident that left a 5 year old boy with a permanent phobia of fireworks and 4 fingers less. Some people really shouldn't be allowed to have children.
Sidetracking, the restaurant that my brother works at had a celebrity visit: mini-me from "Austin Powers". Allegedly, he left a paltry tip for the walter, who remarked in private: "I'll kick him like the little football he is." Yes, insensitive as it may be, it also happens to be the funniest thing I've heard all week.
For those of you who don't get it, or worse -find it offensive, I'm terribly sorry for the guy humor. I'll try to soften the joke next time yes?
Yeahhhh, right.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
If turning back the hands of a clock meant altering the past, I would break the dial - Life's just too short for regrets.
We do certain things, or refrain from others, because we believe in karma, self-worth, or perhaps some adaptation of both. Or maybe the rewards outweigh the cost.
But really, how responsible are we truly for our actions?
We do certain things, or refrain from others, because we believe in karma, self-worth, or perhaps some adaptation of both. Or maybe the rewards outweigh the cost.
But really, how responsible are we truly for our actions?
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