Commitment issues

I have commitment issues when it comes to blogging. I start for awhile, then stop for awhile, and it becomes difficult to start up again because i always find it a daunting task to post on a regular, or at the very least a semi regular basis.

Regardless, I've been toying with the idea of blogging again. Why? Because i realized that it means more to me to be able to come back in 10 years and reread the crap i felt was important enough to share with the rest of the world, than what random strangers are gonna think about me slacking off and not putting up a new rant or review or sob story.

Plus, whenever i read my old posts, its always a weird experience cuz i don't recognise my own writing style. Its like having a ghost writer write ur autobiography. U know what happened cuz u were there, but the perspective is different because its never exactly how u remember it.

I then share it with whoever my partner happens to be at the time, but they usually never seem to be particularly interested. However, that's probably due to the fact tht a large number of my posts are either about my exes, or about things that i was doing with my exes (like the restaurants we went to or the dramas we went through... Please extract your mind from the gutter).

Even though i swore to myself tht my first post wouldn't be about why I've decided to start blogging again, looks like this is what its turned out to be. I guess it's become sort of a tradition for me. Lol. Oh well.

Fighting Umbrella Corporation

Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! If you missed me, then blame my job and those damnably addictive Facebook games.

Anyway, I'm taking part in Nuffnang's latest movie contest, in hopes of winning 2 tickets to Resident Evil: Afterlife in 3D (and the Sony 16GB Video Walkman). I'm supposed to tell you guys how I would go against the evil Umbrella Corporation if I were Alice or Claire. I'm gonna choose Alice though, because she's hot! Plus, she can really kick some zombie ass! Technically, I actually think that Claire is hotter, but I'd rather...erm...you know...uh...nevermind.

So getting back to the subject at hand, if I were Alice, the first thing I would do to fight the Umbrella Corporation would be to scream like a little girl because the latest Resident Evil movie is coming! 

Oh wait. That's just me being...me. Oopsie. 

What I would really do as Alice is I would arm myself better. Yup. I like guns, after all. I'd go to some military base, karate all the zombies there and get me some big ass, top of the line guns, rocket launchers and  the works, plus an armor plated, fully bulletproofed Humvee. Then I would find the nearest Umbrella HQ and bomb it. After that I'd find another Umbrella HQ and send them a message to start working on a cure for the zombies which can be administered from a distance. Preferably being dropped from the sky like pesticide for crops. 

If they refuse, me and my army of cloned Alices (as seen at the end of the last movie) would hunt them down one by one like my dad hunts for ticks on my dog. 

Once we have enough of them we'd implant remote detonating bombs in each person and air-drop them one by one, starting from the bureaucrats, in heavily zombie infested areas as bait. Then, when there are enough zombies converging around them like people around the food at the Prime Minister's Raya Open House, we'd detonate the bombs.

I think Umbrella will eventually come around to my way of thinking, don't you? 

And yes, I'm very sadistic. 

However, this is only what I would do if I were Alice (and have a gazillion cloned Alices to cover my ass). If I were just being myself, I probably woulda become zombie food ages ago while out foraging for something as ridiculous as clean toilet paper. 

The End.

Gandalf The...Kiwi?

I have just discovered, much to my amazement, that there is someone who is actually, legally, called The Wizard of New Zealand. He even kinda looks like that famous character from The Lord Of The Rings too.

Sort of.

Nevertheless, he's a real person (and yes, still alive) who's made a reputation of himself by speaking publicly in Cathedral Square, Christchurch. He's even got his own website and Wikipedia page. In fact, in 1990, he was officially invited (and which he obviously has accepted) to become The Wizard of the whole of NZ by Prime Minister Mike Moore, right smack in the middle of his electoral term. The only reason why that fact would be interesting is because he was only Prime Minister for 2 months, then went on to bigger and better things (I think).

Naturally, you won't be able to read anything of this minute size. Click on it to open it in a new tab/page, then click again to enlarge.

Anyway, back to the original topic. Here's another interesting fact. The Wizard is also a 'living work of art'. Literally. He even went on display at the Auckland City Gallery. The medium of art? The 'artist's corporeal substance'.  

cor·po·re·al (kôr-pôr'ē-əl) adj.

1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of the body. See Synonyms at bodily.
2. Of a material nature; tangible. 
   

The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2009 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved. 

Once again, rinse and repeat open in new tab, and click to enlarge.

I think he's abit used to the fact that most people don't believe that The Wizard of New Zealand is his legal name now. He was born Ian Brackenbury Channell, but I guess he wasn't too happy with his name and decided to change it.

In any case, ever seen what a wizard's passport and driver's license? Wait, on second thoughts, ever seen a wizard have a passport and driver's license?

"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see with, my child."

So...there's a Kiwi version of Gandalf. I wonder if he has a white stallion too?

Mehhh...

Well, as you can see, I've changed my template. Blogger's come up with some fabulous new configuration options (and about time too!) and I just had to take advantage of them. Despite the huge selection of templates and backgrounds, as well as the several hours I spent on tweaking it, there haven't been all that many major changes. Guess I like things simple and user friendly.

Not that anyone would be interested, but just for my future reference (because I stupidly forgot to take a screenshot of how my blog used to look like), here are the major changes I've made:

1) It used to have a plain black background, but now its just a grey-black pinstriped background. More striking and less drab, no?

2) I also now have an additional sidebar on the left, and rearranged some of the widgets and deleted others which were only there because I have itchy fingers. I'm pleased to note that I've finally gotten around to deeming them unnecessary and deleting them, mainly because I am abit of a packrat and tend to collect useless junk.

3) I've added the Nuffnang ad units as widgets instead of spending ages to hunt through the mass of html in the Edit Template section and painstakingly adding them one by one...only to have to re-do them each time I want to update my template. The only exception is the 'Large Rectangle' ad unit that cannot be made into a widget because it only appears at the bottom of the 1st post.

Additional edit: 4) Also added a widget which allows me to view the live traffic on my blog. Most people probably won't even glance at it, but its interesting to me because until now I'm still fascinated that there are actually people out there (besides Nic, who reads it to see if I did anything naughty behind her back) who are interested enough to actually take time from their busy day (pure assumption here) to read the crap I put out. ;P

Everything else is pretty much the same, but I don't think anyone will be able to notice any further changes. I love tweaking my template. Lol.

If any of this stuff bores you (and I'm pretty sure it did), like I said, it's mainly for my reference because I didn't take a screenshot of how it looked before. :( How am I supposed to see how much my template's progressed if I don't know what it looked like previously? Silly me...

Something Good...Something Positive.

As I've previously mentioned quite some time ago (this post has been half written for a loooong time), I've been addicted to an online daily comic strip for the last several months. Its called 'Something Positive', by R.K. Milholland. I cannot for the life of me remember how I came across this comic, but whatever or whoever it was, a thousand blessings upon your equally twisted soul for sharing it with this kindred spirit (I mean me).

The reason why I feel compelled to plug this comic strip is for 1 simple reason...its damned good. If you enjoy sarcasm and quick wit, close relationships between the characters that you can relate to, along with a thinly veiled sexual innuendo or three, then Something Positive is the comic for you. As per Wikipedia, "The comic is characterized by a cynical tone and off-beat humor, including its portrayals of geeks, gamers, and goths."

I'm so fascinated by this comic that I even had fun reading the Wiki on it. Yea yea I know, lame right? =.="

In any case, my favourite character in SP is, of all things, a boneless, hairless, PINK cat called Choo Choo Bear. Yes, that's right. A pink cat called Choo Choo Bear. When he was first introduced, it was just weird. He was described as a 25 year old cat, with a bone disease that "makes him extra huggable" and lost all his fur because of chemotherapy. He also doesn't say 'meow' like all other cats. Instead, he goes "Murrrrr". You can view his introductory comic here. Heheheh.

This guy is so good at what he does that he's been doing this as his day job for the last 6 years. Now that takes some talent! I love his work so much that I've read it from his first post in Dec 2001 until his latest. It's awesome. Go read it. Seriously. Go. Like, right now.

Penang Again – Day 5 – Japanese food in Penang sucks!

With Nic being the ultimate fan of Japanese food, we absolutely had to give a chance to another Japanese eatery while we were up North. We decided to go to a restaurant just down the road  from our hotel which came recommended by my aunt. It's a chain of eateries which I've never heard of before but was apparently well known by Nic. Having had bad experiences with this particular chain at some of the Klang Valley outlets, she nevertheless decided to give it a try anyway. Honestly though, it was a waste of time and money. 

Nippon Yataimura on Burma Street. Do NOT go there. 

Now, don't get me wrong, the food wasn't too bad...if I were eating at a Japanese food stall in a food court. I  also wouldn't have had too much of a problem with the food if the prices were lower because the portion sizes were meant for smurfs children.

Salmon Sashimi...freshness wise-it was okay, but each slice was very thin and about the length of my pinkie (bear in mind I have short fingers!)...RM16.90.

White Tuna Carpaccio...very, very good, but fucking TINY! ...RM6.80...or was it RM16.80?

Aspara Bacon...this was good, but again (sigh) very small. It's such a close up, but yet you can already see it's a small pile...RM15.

 

Teppan Style Tofu...all I can say is 'okay lah'...RM8.

Garlic Rice, served in a heated stone bowl. The presentation on this one was good. Taste wise, it just tasted like garlicky fried rice. And again, portion size was meager...RM11

Teppan Beef...tough, overcooked, puny and generally a waste of good beef...RM18(!!!!)

The decor wasn't too bad. Each table was a booth seat, and they had wooden plaques of each menu item mounted on the wall in rows. I would recommend reading from the actual menu though..unless you wanted to walk the entire restaurant just to decide what to eat. 

They had a long piece of glass which divided the restaurant in half lengthwise and a conveyor belt running around the 2 rows of booths in the centre. But what I really don't get is, why are the headrests on the back of the booths so high? Fashion...or failure?

Being as hungry and unsatisfied as we were, we naturally had to have a couple plates of extra food... 

As bad as the experience was, just before we left, something else occurred that really left a bad taste in our mouth. In attempting to ask for the bill, we waved at a passing waitress. "Wait." was all she said, before walking to the end of the row to spend 5 minutes chit chatting with someone from the kitchen through the food delivery window. To make matters worse, there were no other waitstaff in the area for us to flag down. Finally the manager saw our near futile attempt to attract some attention and brought us the bill. 

When the bill came, we saw that they had overcharged us for something that we had ordered, but was never delivered to us. Nic was so pissed off that once we'd paid the bill, we immediately went to the counter to speak to the manager. Halfway through her diatribe, she suddenly stopped. I thought she simply couldn't think of the right word to use, and continued on her behalf. I discovered later that she'd actually been so angry that she was seeing red and was at a loss for words (a rare, but entirely possible occurrence).

After dinner, in an attempt to grab some internet time, we went to...

I nominate this my favourite place in the whole of Penang! Segafredo Jalan Burma! XD

Saw this stuck on the inside of someone's car on the walk over to Sega's. 

Despite drinks and a shared dessert, our tummies were still unsatisfied so we decided to go food hunting for some 'supper'.

We ended up in a huge joined coffeeshop with lots of choices. Which rather surprised me, because it was pretty late already by Penang standards.

I don't know what this stall was selling, but the things were very nicely arrayed. See if you can find the red crab. (Hint: near the top of the photo)

And then, it was finally back to our hotel...

...for SUPPER!

Boiled see-ham (cockles) with chilli...

Fried oh chien (mini oysters?) with egg and some gummy stuff (starch?). This one had too much gummy stuff in it till I had to dig it out in big blobs and throw it away because I was eating more gum than egg.

Curry mee (or prawn mee, as the locals call it), which was my favourite item of the night. Rather surprising, as I don't normally like curry very much.

Sotong kangkung! (Or squid and..uh..veggies? WTH is kangkung called in english?)

Mmmm...tongue...-I mean, prawn. Yes, I meant to say prawn!

It was all in all, a lovely cholesterol-raising evening.

So far, my gastronomic experience in Penang seems to be failing more than succeeding. On the bright side though, it just makes success all the sweeter. 

Penang Again – Day 4 – I drive 300 km to go to a pasar malam.

So Day 4 fell on a Saturday. Nic knew of a huge pasar malam (night market) that took place opposite the Tesco in the Bukit Gambir area from her last trip, so we had been planning to go there to check it out. I wanted to see how different Penangite pasar malams were from the KL ones. 

So we parked opposite the pasar malam in the Tesco parking lot. As with most good pasar malams, parking is always a headache, so we grabbed an empty lot after a short hunt.

At first glance, it was just like any other pasar malam.

Then I noticed, gosh, it was right outside the houses! Not at main roads or in front of shops like the usual ones here (as far as I've seen anyway). And of course I was too polite to take photos of the old uncles and aunties sitting at their front porches people watching.

Of course, some of those houses had also been converted into interesting looking...erm..cafe's? Home by day, cafe by pasar malam?

And of course we had to buy our favourite rojak buah with the delicious, delicious(!) prawn paste sauce.
 

There were lots of stalls selling the local version of what we had back in KL, but I was so busy walking, munching and looking around that I forgot to take photos most of the time. One thing I can say though, stuff was cheap! And the pasar malam was pretty big, though the layout was rather weird. It was shaped like a huge H, so instead of being able to walk in a continuous circle, we had to stop when the pasar malam petered out and make our way back to the starting point.

After the pasar malam, we made a quick stop at the Tesco because I was feeling guilty about parking there and not buying anything we had some stuff to buy before heading home. I ended up buying several packs of instant noodles to eat in the hotel. That was the first real admission I had made toward how bad most of the food was in Penang. So...I wonder why people keep saying that it's a food-lover's paradise?