I spent the entire weekend sleeping and watching Chuck. >.<
life
Do you have a shy bladder?
I don’t. I can piss anywhere. In full view of incoming traffic. At the urinal while chatting with the guy beside me (much to his discomfort, I’m sure). Hell, I’ve even let loose from a penthouse suite in the balcony once in Melbourne. Contrary to popular belief (as most Asians who haven’t truly met Caucasians and think they are the epitome of the Son of God incarnated) it’s quite common to take a leak in an alley. It’s not “an uncultured Malaysian thing” (sorry to disappoint you girls, you just haven’t met that many Caucasians if you think that) but something that happens all over the world.
However, do you think it is culturally acceptable over here to piss like a racehorse when there are no toilets in sight?
A bad case of the flu
I’m currently coughing my lungs out, running a fever and feeling like crap due to this flu that I caught. It’s a good thing I followed my doctor’s orders and did not fly to Melbourne coz:
1. I might get quarantined (which won’t be fun)
2. This is just going to get worse (and she was right)
That was just the start of the flu, it’s been getting worse since then. I can’t eat anything coz I have no appetite and I’ll just throw it back up and my body aches everywhere – even in places I didn’t know exist!
I’m also being prescribed Tamiflu (generic oseltamivir made by Ranbaxy called FluHalt) as a precaution against H1N1. Photo taken using Sony Cyber-shot TX-5. I like this one, even though it makes me nauseous, it really helps in the body aches.
I hope I don’t have H1N1 though – that’s like so passe. It would be interesting if I was Patient Zero in a new influenza subtype from rats (kinda like the black death) from my rodent eating activities. 90% mortality rate and all that. Now that would be something new.
How I got duped in China
a.k.a. Monks with psychology degrees
Okay, I knew it was a tourist trap since it was one of the stops of the Li River Cruise. I wasn’t going to buy any of that crap anyway but since I was in a holiday mood and in high spirits (pun intended – was carrying a bottle of their Sweet Osmanthus Wine) I went in anyway.
I picked one of them joss sticks (apparently they have this ritual where guys use their right hands but girls use their left hands) and it was tabulated against a book of sorts where I was given a piece of paper.
That paper, according to the people behind and ahead of me was Very Good (TM).
Personally, I think the monk who attended to me is Excellent (TM). He must have a doctorate in Psychology from some Ivy League school. That or he’s just one of those who’s good in profiling people (NSA would do well to hire from this temple).
He just asked me how old I am and what I wanted to know. I answered career and romantic relationships (in that order).
He looked at me and said:
I am a very ambitious person
I do not like to work for people
I abhor authority
It would be good for me to strike out on my own this year
I am not ready to settle down
I want marriage but cannot find someone that I can really connect with
Settle my career and the relationships would come along
I was a bit taken aback by all this profiling but I after a bit of thought it’s a no brainer:
I came alone to China – rules out relationships
My age and demeanour – obviously I am working and most people resent having to answer to a boss (I know everyone has a boss yadda yadda)
Striking out on your own – that’s what everyone wants, he’s just telling you what you WANT to hear
Since I was nodding at all the right times, he rightly profiled me as a sucker and led me to a donation box. I was asked to donate RMB 300 at least. It’s either RMB 300, RMB 600 or RMB 900. I said no, but as a gesture of goodwill, I will give RMB 200 (which is about RM 100). I did that not just to go against the numbers but he has also said some things about me that I didn’t reveal and I’m still trying to figure out how he managed to profile that. 
He gave me this doohickey that I’m supposed to keep in my wallet for 3 days before taking it out. I forgot all about it and only remembered when I saw the imprint on my wallet.
Well, guess what? Right after I took it out, I lost RM 35,000. Lucky year my ass.
Disclaimer: I do not believe in organized religion. I would call myself an agnostic but one with ties to Christianity subtype Protestant genus Methodist. That is the official denomination of my family but I’m the only one who does not believe in a God per se. You know how it goes, using religion as a crutch. As the Scottish proverb goes “Danger past, God forgotten“. 😉
Hello God? Is that you speaking to me? I’m going to have to ask you to speak louder coz I can’t hear what you’re saying.
An honest day’s work
I’ve been swamped with work lately. Sorry about the lack of postings, but I’ve got something coming up which involves clubs (the kind you hit people with, not the place you get drunk and do something embarrassing you regret tomorrow) and rodents.
Regular sixthseal.com programming to resume soon!
RM 2 flat rate parking daily!
I have managed to secure a bundle of RM 2 flat rate parking coupons from my friendly neighbourhood parking assistant. These coupons allows you to park for as long as you want and exit with just a RM 2 fee.
The parking lot has been automated and the bars don’t lift up at 10 pm anymore, so I felt this was a necessary investment. However, my macha sold it to me at face value – RM 2 per coupon, which makes me wonder where he sourced it from.
Best not to think of it, as the saying goes, you senang, I senang. (Easy for you, easy for me). 😉
The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back
Last I checked, I wear Medium instead of Large and I don’t remember being so conservative in my tastes in work attire. Muted striped shirts?
Yes, this is a continuation of my laundry woes. I’ve put up with delays, misplaced clothes and the unreliable opening hours but yesterday the laundrette passed me the WRONG BAG OF CLOTHES.
It’s a good thing I checked when I got home and had to rush back to get the correct bag of clothes before they close. >.<
I’m going to use the condo laundry service from now on even though it costs about 50% more.
I have a revelation
The world really is as bad as all your ketamine trips tells you. In fact, it might be a tad worse.
Everyone is out there to get something out of you.
Be careful…be very fucking careful.
This is not a WUI (Writing Under the Influence) but something of supreme importance that I feel obliged to share.
The world is a spider web of abused relationships, people gossiping and conspiring everywhere, fucked up marriages, and betrayal most foul.
It’s not the land of milk and honey we’ve been promised.
Player FAIL
I’ve just been told that I’m a nice person. Now this is usually a good thing no? Well, not when it is followed by a very polite and politically correct sentence which in effect goes “You’re too nice to be my boyfriend”. 😉
Now, I have to admit…I don’t get this very often. It’s new to me. Novel. I was actually quite pleased to get this “I don’t like you but we can be friends” treatment.
Okay, I won’t say I’m pleased but I think it’s for the best. I think I understand agape now. I’ve been interested in this girl for ages (no points for guessing who).
She is interested in another person. I think that’s great, if the person is a nice guy.
I have a feeling I went about this entire thing the wrong way though. I tried too hard to be nice instead of being the indifferent player. I think all girls like bad boys to some extent.
This entire “Let’s just be friends” thing is different from what I’m used to receiving, but now I think of it, it’s for the greater good.
I usually make people cry. *cue song I’m a heart breaker*
She didn’t make me cry though. I totally understand. I still feel the loss though coz she’ll make a great life partner.
On the other hand, knowing my history, friends will DEFINITELY outlast my average relationship. 😉
Now, when is karma coming to bite me in the ass?
One, 29 buns
One, 29 buns, all in good fun
Pink fluffy ones
And, after a bottle of rum
It’s good and done
It goes plus one,
Another year runs!
I got a box of 29 buns from a friend who managed to catch me before I flew off. She even heated them up – apparently it’s a Chinese tradition to eat these buns during birthdays but I must have been skipping class when they taught that in culture class.
Anyway, Lainey also dropped by as I was about to shower and head off to the airport to catch a flight to NZ. I haven’t seen her in ages…it’s good to catch up!
Yes, I’m wearing the same shirt – haven’t showered for more than 24 hours. T_T
I’ll be in New Zealand for the rest of next week for my mom but I’ll still have net access so it’s business as usual. Okay, gotta rush to catch a plane now, my dad is already here.
