Thursday, February 26, 2004
Stuff occurs when Ram is around. I don't know why, and the net result now is that I'm sitting at my desk in the middle of the night typing this blog. Thing is, I can't sleep. I've drank too much coffee and I'm in the midst of a coffee induced daze. My hands are shaking as I type this.
I guess you're wondering why the hell did I drink too much coffee in the first place. Lets start with why I have a coffeemaker sitting beside me in the first place.
The main reason is that the dorm has coffee that has the taste and effect of piss. ie, it tastes horrible and the caffeine content is so low that it is not worth drinking three cups of the urine-like liquid to stay awake to mug at 1 am in the morning. That, for a full time geek like me, is one big huge reason why I spent my first paycheck on a coffeemaker.
Anyway, Ram was hungry (he's vegetarian, and dorm food, although tasting like grass, contain almost exclusively meat products), and thus I suggested getting pizza. At the same time, I was mugging for the chem exam next week and.................
Damn it. I've lost the patience to tell the whole tale. Anyway, after one complication and another, the pizza came, albeit two hours late. Ram by that time was downstairs waltzing around like a stoned bugger he was (and still is). He called me and requested for "a strong brew of coffee please." I promptly added half a cup more of Folgers and brewed a strong brew. A cup for me and two cups for him.
Then he disappeared again, leaving me to eat half the pizza upstairs. The coffee was getting cold and I thought " Oh well, good coffee shouldn't be wasted." That, was how I drank 4 cups of extra strong coffee. All of my doing of course. Dammit!
I guess you're wondering why the hell did I drink too much coffee in the first place. Lets start with why I have a coffeemaker sitting beside me in the first place.
The main reason is that the dorm has coffee that has the taste and effect of piss. ie, it tastes horrible and the caffeine content is so low that it is not worth drinking three cups of the urine-like liquid to stay awake to mug at 1 am in the morning. That, for a full time geek like me, is one big huge reason why I spent my first paycheck on a coffeemaker.
Anyway, Ram was hungry (he's vegetarian, and dorm food, although tasting like grass, contain almost exclusively meat products), and thus I suggested getting pizza. At the same time, I was mugging for the chem exam next week and.................
Damn it. I've lost the patience to tell the whole tale. Anyway, after one complication and another, the pizza came, albeit two hours late. Ram by that time was downstairs waltzing around like a stoned bugger he was (and still is). He called me and requested for "a strong brew of coffee please." I promptly added half a cup more of Folgers and brewed a strong brew. A cup for me and two cups for him.
Then he disappeared again, leaving me to eat half the pizza upstairs. The coffee was getting cold and I thought " Oh well, good coffee shouldn't be wasted." That, was how I drank 4 cups of extra strong coffee. All of my doing of course. Dammit!
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
After ORD, I've gone crazy with my hair and now it's just one big curly mess. My CSM would have delighted in twacking the whole lot off, but since I'm now out of the army, no one can stop me.
Unfortunately, the superstitious side of me keeps connecting all the bad luck that had happened in school and in lab for the past few weeks with my long hair, and when I screwed my weekly Friday quiz last week, there were definitely thoughts of doing the whole thing in myself.
Madison being Madison ,where a decent barber is a half-hour bus ride away, and with salons charging up to 21 USD for a snip job, which a poor struggling student like me can barely afford, Ram, the bugger living upstairs with my friends suggested doing a skinhead routine:
"Wang, I'd do it myself for you man. I'm keleng!" He proceeded to borrow a shaver and a razor.
Gesticulating wildly with shaver and razor in hand he went on. "After we're done, I'll slap some coppertone on your bald dickhead, so that it won't look like a pathetic mess, which you are now; and I'd even sponsor you red contact lenses... Red eyes and bald coppertoned dome. Shit man, it will be a new you!"
I promptly ran downstairs.
Unfortunately, the superstitious side of me keeps connecting all the bad luck that had happened in school and in lab for the past few weeks with my long hair, and when I screwed my weekly Friday quiz last week, there were definitely thoughts of doing the whole thing in myself.
Madison being Madison ,where a decent barber is a half-hour bus ride away, and with salons charging up to 21 USD for a snip job, which a poor struggling student like me can barely afford, Ram, the bugger living upstairs with my friends suggested doing a skinhead routine:
"Wang, I'd do it myself for you man. I'm keleng!" He proceeded to borrow a shaver and a razor.
Gesticulating wildly with shaver and razor in hand he went on. "After we're done, I'll slap some coppertone on your bald dickhead, so that it won't look like a pathetic mess, which you are now; and I'd even sponsor you red contact lenses... Red eyes and bald coppertoned dome. Shit man, it will be a new you!"
I promptly ran downstairs.
Monday, February 23, 2004
First Post: What am I supposed to say?
I'm sitting here at 730 am on a bloody monday morning waiting for class to start. I've never been a fan of blogs, but needless to say, I've been regularly browsing a couple from my old friends, and maybe thats why I've just did the unthinkable thing and started a new blog of my own.
Its been a semester and almost half a year I've been marooned in a midwestern Ipoh-sized boondock for an "education" and (and I'd never think I'd write it down, dammit) and I'm starting to miss home. I will only get to smell the hokkien mee in Old Airport Road in December, so in as they say in army palance: lam par par lan, wait long long lor.
Thats why I had this inscrutable thought of starting a blog in the first place, so that I'd be able to have something in common with people like Wind Feynman (whose blogs i've been regularly perusing). This common tether, back home, will hopefully serve a better purpose (at least in my mind) than talking to people through ICQ (when you're awake, they'd be half dead due to time difference and vice versa), sanitized news at The Straits Times interactive, or the colourful variety at Talkingcock.
Either way, life sux and setting up a blog like this is a way of putting a third finger up at it (or him she or whatever gender u call life). If a connection to life sucking and blogs as third fingers seem wierd, forgive me. Its Monday morning and I stil haven't woke up.
I'm sitting here at 730 am on a bloody monday morning waiting for class to start. I've never been a fan of blogs, but needless to say, I've been regularly browsing a couple from my old friends, and maybe thats why I've just did the unthinkable thing and started a new blog of my own.
Its been a semester and almost half a year I've been marooned in a midwestern Ipoh-sized boondock for an "education" and (and I'd never think I'd write it down, dammit) and I'm starting to miss home. I will only get to smell the hokkien mee in Old Airport Road in December, so in as they say in army palance: lam par par lan, wait long long lor.
Thats why I had this inscrutable thought of starting a blog in the first place, so that I'd be able to have something in common with people like Wind Feynman (whose blogs i've been regularly perusing). This common tether, back home, will hopefully serve a better purpose (at least in my mind) than talking to people through ICQ (when you're awake, they'd be half dead due to time difference and vice versa), sanitized news at The Straits Times interactive, or the colourful variety at Talkingcock.
Either way, life sux and setting up a blog like this is a way of putting a third finger up at it (or him she or whatever gender u call life). If a connection to life sucking and blogs as third fingers seem wierd, forgive me. Its Monday morning and I stil haven't woke up.
