Happy Birthday CC

All hail the earth shattering discovery of CC constellation 20-something years ago!



Happy birthday my dear, whom makes the stars shine. My galaxy would be like a void without you.

CC constellation will no longer be visible in Malaysia 30th January(two days from this post) onwards. If you have a telescope, try locating it from Shanghai.

Healthy Chicks!

Referring to my previous post, I would like to declare that the eggs, mini as they were, hatched and the chicks are HEALTHY!

Colleague's comment: "At least the chicken has a bit of sensibility."

Playboy Mansion

25 January(2 days ago) marked the release of Playboy Mansion. Will it be banned by the Malaysian Government? So far, the only video game that was banned in Malaysia(that I'm aware of) is Clive Barker's Undying. An evil castle in the game contained the word "Allah".(in jawi or arabic?) link

For Malaysian parents, you might want to pay attention to what your kids are playing from now on. After all, you don't mind your kids knocking down pedestrians, beating up innocent old ladies, and setting police cars on flame in the virtual world (hint); However, you would shudder at the thought that your innocent children are watching kissing and fondling scenes on TV. I'm not sure if there are kissings in Playboy Mansion, but I'm sure it would certainly contain plenty of skin.

I recall that many many years ago, my neighbour's annoying kids came along with their parents, visiting my house. Unfortunately, the kids saw me playing Diablo. Their parents asked me to let them play. No way was I going to be responsible for nurturing the next Eric Harris or Dylan Klebold! The kids went home full of dissapointment.

Nokia Makes Me Hungry

From the creators of taco talking.. (some call it side talking)

(Nokia N-Gage)

...successing the not so glamorous cookie talking...

(Nokia 7600)

...make way for cheese stick talking! (head down to Pizza Hut to locate cheese stick)

(Nokia 7280)

The cheese stick phone is marketed as a "clubbing phone"(get home from work, swap the sim card from your bulky phone to the cheese stick phone, get out of town), meant to be used as a secondary phone. (Ooops! That means most of us can't afford it)

For those who want to use it as a primary phone, be warned! The only navigation means is using the fishing reel lookalike. Want to send a sms? turn round-and-round-and-round-and-round-and-round, press button, turn round-and-round-and-round-and-round-and-round... you get the idea. (The phone would be perfect for a fishing game though.)

In my very humble opinion, the phone would sell better if they slap on some cute kiddy skins, and market it to parents who want to prevent their kids from sending too many sms's.

An excerpt from The Sun's front page yesterday(25 January 2005):

... A 13-year-old girl in the northern Italian city of Savona needed treatment from an orthopaedic specialist after typing at least 100 short message services(SMSs) a day. She was prescribed anti-inflammatory medicine and ordered to rest her hands. ...

Don't sue me if kids break their tender fingers attempting to send 100 SMSs on the cheese stick phone.

On a side note, we spent at least around 5 minutes, looking like hardware amateurs trying to figure out how to switch on the phone yesterday.


More pics over at YC's

A Moral Dilemma of Chicken Eggs

I am to resign from my current company, not because I'm unhappy there, but rather because I'm moving to Shanghai soon.

Here comes the moral dilemma:

1. Should I resign now, and risk my eggs hatching prematurely?

2. Should I wait until I see the chicks emerging from the egg shells before I notify the chicken den?

A few facts that makes things complicated:

1. According to the chicken, the eggs will hatch 8-9 days from now.

2. No guarantee of the health of the chicks if I notify the chicken den now. In fact, they may suffer a horrible premature death

It is increasingly tough to make a stand in the marketplace, too much of chicken shit I guess.

Actually, I have made my decision. I will not keep what the chicken thinks I do not deserve.

Thanks to my 2 colleagues, cc, Julia and my sister for helping me with the decision.

Julia: "What would Jesus do?"

Will report on the health of the chicks soon...

You are reading this section either because you subscribed via a RSS aggregator, or you are VERY smart
Chicken = HR
Chicken egg = my bonus, and perhaps a PS2
Chicken den = my company
Chicken egg hatching prematurely = no more bonus for me

Playing for Arsenal

(Warning: high on image content)

My dreams of playing for Arsenal came true!

In a hostile derby match with arch rivals Tottenham, I was picked in place of Thierry Henry to partner Jose Reyes.

Why me? I guess its probably because the Spain national manager, Luis Aragones told me that I'm beter than "that black sheep" too.

For people unfamiliar with me, heres roughly how I look like:


hmmm... a bit too like me. For the sake of online anonymity, lets just sligtly tone down on the hunky-scale, and add on a Totti hairband and Davids goggles!


Perfect! Off to the match then!




Kicking off the match with Jose Reyes


Limelight robbed by Pires who scored the first goal, argh!


2-0! Thanks to me!


And another!


Woohoo!! Scoring goals for fun now.


Campbell seem a bit over enthusiastic. Come on, its just the fourth goal from me!


Angry with teammates not passing the ball to me


I dribbled through 8 players and then missed the target? What a shame!


I'm actually taller than Freddie Ljungberg!


Final score, 7-1. A stroll through the park.

Don't blame me for this, 2 months stuck with FIFA 2005 would certainly drive any sane hardcore football gamer nuts!

Eye Scream #5

Officially Dumber than Before



My wisdom tooth succesfully extracted. Here seen cut to 3 pieces, with some pinky stuff and red stuff, almost rotten.com material. Picture taken with t610.

A Sax/Jazz Joke at Last!

This is a joke for the jazz enthusiast, the first of its kind that I encountered. Refreshing if you are sick of the typical blonde jokes, lawyer jokes and sex jokes.

A saxophonist died and (needless to say) went straight to hell, complete with hellfire, screams, devils, the whole thing.
He was led into a smoky jazz dive near the River Styx and breathed a sigh of relief: on stage were many of his favorite jazzers jamming: Bird, Monk, Miles, Max, Diz, Louis—all the greats.
He's handed a sax just as they kick off a burning fast bebop tune.
"Wow," he thought, "What a cool way to spend eternity, jamming with the greats, hanging in a jazz club!"
The intro ended and they indicated that he had the first solo. Although the changes are killer, he blows his brains out and delivers a cooking solo, better than any he ever played while alive. After several choruses and playing his best licks, no one else gave any indication of taking over.
He leaned over to Miles and said, "This is great! What's the bad news?"
Miles put his tortured face right in his and replied, "Your chorus lasts forever!"

Taken from Al Lowe's CyberJoke 3000

A Grievous End, A Painful Beginning

2004 ended on a depressing note. 470,000 estimated deaths from the tidal waves? Thats unthinkable, unimaginable.
Have no idea what is there to praty for, those inconsiderate bums.

2005 didn't start off very well for me too. Plagued by swollen gums, which in turn causing sore throat, fever and cough, I could only eat porridge for all my meals thus far. Today, the dentist told me my wisdom tooth have to be extracted. Hmmm. Extract, a very good word. Why don't she just go ahead and tell me the truth? That my tooth is to be ripped off and my gums shall be sliced apart?

During *painful* times like this, I often draw strength thinking of:

1. Jesus Christ, who was tortured to the max before dying on the cross for the sins of all mankind. Not impressed? Watch Passion of the Christ.

2. Aron Ralston, who amputates his own arm using a pocketknife to free himself from a boulder that trapped him for 5 days.

3. Guan Gong, who casually plays chess while Hua Tuo, the first surgeon in China, scrape off poison from his bone. Even the soldier squatting and holding a basin to collect blood was trembling.

Thinking of the Tsunami victims would also help. Now really, what is a puny dental surgery compared to the insane amount of deaths?

Bring on the knifes!

...if only I could have my hands on my Gameboy Advance while I'm at it.