16 September 2007 12:53 p.m. may be be old, but still gold, or it could be a matter of perspective. somebody stop me. Muse macros (YEAH). Jared Padalecki macros (... yeah). who needs the Guardian of the Agung's Seal (wotsit?) to announce it when the bamboo cannon wars begin with a vengeance the very night before Ramadhan? "such a big plastic bag for such a small item," said the man. he looked like a younger Stephen King (does it matter if he was caucasian?) and had been loitering outside the boutique (perv) a few doors down from the mini mart from which i'd emerged. "... yeah. we'll use it to hold our rubbish later," i replied lamely. i had never seen him before. "me too," he murmured, and wandered away. it was as if he'd suddenly become aware of the oddness of our brief conversation. would the plastic bag have been more worthwhile if i'd bought more than panadol and ginger tea (i like it, don't judge me)? does the size of a plastic bag you get really matter if you're going to reuse it? why do random people talk to me? do i have a face that says, "i'd love to hear your every stray thought."? was it my yellow cookie t-shirt? ... he knew i'd blog it, didn't he? scenery scenery didn't know they have so many oil palm trees here cars cars BUS shouldn't the Kenyan runners* have caught up with me by now omgwtf the senior women runners are passing me this is not cool. still (see it glow with such promise!) -
my idling, let me show you it: things to do on National Day
that works too
compensatory?
idle thoughts during my second 10km run (in shah alam)
* african runners, most of them Kenyan (really?), have emerged as the dominant road racers in recent years, precipitating the fade-out of the local Indian runners. in yesterday's run, the Kenyans lost their way to the venue, were late for their race (the men and women's open 10km), which was flagged off 10 minutes early, and still wound up sitting pretty in the first ten positions. the local announcers have a lot of fun with their names, i can tell you.
01 September 2007 8:41 a.m.things you say to reassure yourself
a plain cream cracker with a slice of cheese, topped with pieces of dried seaweed is totally a budget senbei (cracker).
yesterday was my country's independence day. everyone watched the parade on tv and promptly went and trapped themselves trying to get in the mall. how do i know? i sure wasn't observing my target through high-powered binoculars, for sure. is this the culmination of 50 years of independence?
i never realised Roger Federer looked so hot in black.
shock of the day - dad watching the "Rage" music programme on the Australian Network (?) channel and headbanging to the Foo Fighters and their take on the us against them paranoia so pervasive today. maybe it's called One Last Stand? The Pretender? Good Charlotte after that was a let down. maybe girls don't want you because you whine too much.
academician fun (i never said it was snappy) via New Scientist -
... we ran a story about a group of 75 scientists whose names were listed in reverse alphabetical order on the paper they had collaborated on, presumably because the lead author's name begins with Z. This reminded Alan Partridge of another long list of authors - one of whom is his namesake - on a paper published in the Journal of Shellfish Research (vol 2, p 65) in 1982.18 August 2007 11:48 a.m.The paper is ... "Preliminary observations on the usefulness of hinge structures for identification of bivalve larvae", ... the authors are listed ... beginning with "R. Lutz (1)" and concluding with "and A. Partridge (11)".
The affiliation of each author is given below, starting with "(1) Department of Oyster Culture, New Jersey Agricultural Station, Cook College, Rutgers University, New Brunswick, New Jersey" and concluding with "and (11) in a pear tree".
It seems the editor just couldn't resist.
best licence agreement ever
who reads them anyway.
15 August 2007 8:20 p.m.one anime haircut, please
do the health benefits of running justify the number of snails you squash on the sidewalk?
this run doesn't seem to be getting a lot of attention (or maybe i need to go to UM more often). they do say the best way to see a place is on foot, so what harm is there in running a circuitous route around the campus (aren't they all?)? i, for one, have never been to the learning forest thingy *shame*
entry form here, in case anyone is interested.
10 August 2007 9:57 a.m.the mission
3 men on the bummel.*
2 days in the northern state of Penang.
1 ice-box to fill.
oh father, why anyone would want 1000 fishballs is beyond me.
* from Jerome K. Jerome's "Three Men on the Bummel" -
"a German word ... a journey, long or short, without an end; the only thing regulating it being the necessity of getting back within a given time to the point from which one started. Sometimes it is through busy streets, and sometimes through the fields and lanes; sometimes we can be spared for a few hours, and sometimes for a few days. But long or short, but here or there, our thoughts are ever on the running of the sand. We nod and smile to many as we pass; with some we stop and talk awhile; and with a few we walk a little way. We have been much interested, and often a little tired. But on the whole we have had a pleasant time, and are sorry when it's over."08 August 2007 8:56 a.m.
mundane
i wanted to keep a running log, but really, who wants to read about my 10 minute warm-up walk that is followed by run/walk intervals of 1 minute each for a total of 30 minutes?
i mean, how interesting is it that i now have a slight tan and that i'm less flabby? or that bro24 and mum are wasting their gym memberships HAHAHA.
there's a space on my spacebar... that's shiny with use.
one thing i have realised is that i want to buy stuff. running stuff! another pair of shoes! fluffier socks! more running shorts! maybe a haircut!
this must be the mark of a true urbanite.
06 August 2007 6:29 a.m.3 days and counting: the best laid plans
i've not gone online since friday and toda-- well, shit. this passive reception of so much useless information is so... easy.
all i wanted to do when i started jogging was to stop my bits from wobbling too much, you know? the last thing i expected was to have senior citizen dudes ask me if i'm eurasian/malay/spanish (okay, i made that last bit up) and if i'd like to join them for a drink some time if i had the time.
maybe i'm ungrateful and paranoid, but i also don't appreciate schoolmate guys looking me up on friendster and my varsity mailing address (!) to ask me if i'd like to join them for a drink. no, i'm not afraid of dying alone. we all die alone. by ourselves!!!
uncle Michael (have i already used that? does anyone care?) is some sort of adjunct lecturer at the faculty of language and linguistics for the month. he is oddly cheerful about his staff accommodation being only a ten minutes walk away from the office. "i have no excuse for not doing lots of work!" said the maniac over a saturday dinner. it must be his caucasianism.
he's been asked to conduct a series of seminars, one, of which he took especial care to mention to me, being "thesis-writing for the post-grad student".
it's true, you can't run from family.
