Traditional Nasi Padang Di Indonesia
and below that:
This Cusine Cooked by Western Chef
Ah... the wonders of globalization...
(Naturally, said Nasi Padang was not spicy at all. What were you expecting? :P)
30.8.04
The wonders of globalization and our multiracial society
Sign in my office's cafeteria:
and below that:
Ah... the wonders of globalization...
(Naturally, said Nasi Padang was not spicy at all. What were you expecting? :P)
and below that:
Ah... the wonders of globalization...
(Naturally, said Nasi Padang was not spicy at all. What were you expecting? :P)
25.8.04
In case you haven't noticed...
I've fixed the recent problem with the layout on my blog. If you're still seeing a seriously screwed up page, hit Ctrl+F5.
Lemme know if you still have any problems. :)
Lemme know if you still have any problems. :)
I feel sick
I think I'm coming down with a cold. I'm at that stage where you're not that sick yet, but you know you're going to have your brain oozing out of your nose in a few days and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it from happening.
Which, I think, is the worst part. Because, after all, the anticipation is always worse than the actual thing.
Right now, my nose can't decide what it wants: My right nostril is running like an Olympic marathon gold medalist with a full bladder, an angry bee in his pants and a pack of rabid wild dogs high on angel dust on his heels. My left nostril, on the other hand, is blocked like the arsehole of a constipated goat with a tin can, some rocks and videotapes of the entire run of Days Of Our Lives in its digestive tract.
Ah, well, must persevere. With any luck, it'll go away quickly. Otherwise, well, a day or two's worth of sick leave never hurt anyone, right? :)
Which, I think, is the worst part. Because, after all, the anticipation is always worse than the actual thing.
Right now, my nose can't decide what it wants: My right nostril is running like an Olympic marathon gold medalist with a full bladder, an angry bee in his pants and a pack of rabid wild dogs high on angel dust on his heels. My left nostril, on the other hand, is blocked like the arsehole of a constipated goat with a tin can, some rocks and videotapes of the entire run of Days Of Our Lives in its digestive tract.
Ah, well, must persevere. With any luck, it'll go away quickly. Otherwise, well, a day or two's worth of sick leave never hurt anyone, right? :)
19.8.04
"Set phasers on stun"
Found this article recently on Wired News.
Apparently, it won't be long before directed energy weapons (i.e. phasers) become a reality.
WOOHOO!!!
Apparently, it won't be long before directed energy weapons (i.e. phasers) become a reality.
WOOHOO!!!
17.8.04
Gotcha!
Got home a little earlier than usual today. It was that magical hour when the kids are already home, but the parents aren't back from work yet. My flat is one level below the floor where the lift stops, so I have to take the stairs down to get to my floor.
When I walked down the stairs, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a flash of hands coming out of a school skirt, hastily pulling up pants, and then throwing arms around each other. That was when I noticed the smell of sex hanging heavily in the air. I glanced over and saw the two school kids who were very obviously, until I interrupted them, engaged in a spot of mutual masturbation on the stairwell. Guilty faces still flushed, breathing still heavy, trying to look nonchalant, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a couple to be hugging tightly in the middle of a stairwell in the middle of the bloody afternoon.
(The real reason, judging by the state of their clothing, is that her blouse still wasn't buttoned up properly yet, and his pants were also still unzipped and was in danger of sliding down to his ankles.)
Not willing to be hurried, I went on walking at the same pace, sorting through my mail. (I bet they thought that it was some perverse kind of torture. :P). And as I walked past them, I felt the urge to do the whole "Jeez, get a room, willya?" thing, but fought it down. Think they've got enough excitement for one day, eh?
Man... I feel like such a voyeur. >:D
When I walked down the stairs, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a flash of hands coming out of a school skirt, hastily pulling up pants, and then throwing arms around each other. That was when I noticed the smell of sex hanging heavily in the air. I glanced over and saw the two school kids who were very obviously, until I interrupted them, engaged in a spot of mutual masturbation on the stairwell. Guilty faces still flushed, breathing still heavy, trying to look nonchalant, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a couple to be hugging tightly in the middle of a stairwell in the middle of the bloody afternoon.
(The real reason, judging by the state of their clothing, is that her blouse still wasn't buttoned up properly yet, and his pants were also still unzipped and was in danger of sliding down to his ankles.)
Not willing to be hurried, I went on walking at the same pace, sorting through my mail. (I bet they thought that it was some perverse kind of torture. :P). And as I walked past them, I felt the urge to do the whole "Jeez, get a room, willya?" thing, but fought it down. Think they've got enough excitement for one day, eh?
Man... I feel like such a voyeur. >:D
16.8.04
Once again, proof that I'm so averagely average
20 Questions to being a Better Person
Your score as a human being is 74.45.
Middle of the road, eh? Does that mean you're yellow? Yellow as a salamander frying on blacktop? Yellow as a urinal cake? Yellow as a delicious marshmallow Peep? Mmmm. Peep. Sometimes I think if it weren't for Just Born candy, I would just expel my life force and expire. Hot Tamales. Mike and Ikes.
But I digress.
Nicely done. You are robustly average, and I approve of it.
Your score as a human being is 74.45.
Middle of the road, eh? Does that mean you're yellow? Yellow as a salamander frying on blacktop? Yellow as a urinal cake? Yellow as a delicious marshmallow Peep? Mmmm. Peep. Sometimes I think if it weren't for Just Born candy, I would just expel my life force and expire. Hot Tamales. Mike and Ikes.
But I digress.
Nicely done. You are robustly average, and I approve of it.
13.8.04
Down with Bush!
Caught Fahrenheit 9/11 with Len last week. I personally prefer this one to Bowling With Columbine. (Len thinks Bowling was better). While in Bowling, Moore comes across as kinda pretentious and preachy, on Fahrenheit he's a lot better.
But then again, maybe it's because of the subject matter this time. :P
In Fahrenheit, Bush is shown as the incompetent nitwit that he is, and the politicians on the Hill and in the White House as, well, politicians. After the show ended, the entire theatre broke into spontaneous applause. Something that I've only seen happen for The Matrix. The original one, that is.
Wow, goes to show how much people hate Bush. I hope the two Johns win this election. It'll be the best thing that happens to America in quite a while.
Speaking of elections, I've got a theory why Americans elected Bush in the last elections. In the last election, it was Gore versus Bush, and, of course, during the presidential debates it became obvious what each candidate was like. Gore is a robot, and Bush is a clown. What I figure the swing voters think when they decide who to vote for is: "Hmmm... I wonder which one would make better TV. The robot? Or the clown?" But then again, that's just one man's theory.
Anyhoo, recently, there was yet another famous Bush gaffe that made the rounds. It went like this: "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
Hmmm.... :P
But then again, maybe it's because of the subject matter this time. :P
In Fahrenheit, Bush is shown as the incompetent nitwit that he is, and the politicians on the Hill and in the White House as, well, politicians. After the show ended, the entire theatre broke into spontaneous applause. Something that I've only seen happen for The Matrix. The original one, that is.
Wow, goes to show how much people hate Bush. I hope the two Johns win this election. It'll be the best thing that happens to America in quite a while.
Speaking of elections, I've got a theory why Americans elected Bush in the last elections. In the last election, it was Gore versus Bush, and, of course, during the presidential debates it became obvious what each candidate was like. Gore is a robot, and Bush is a clown. What I figure the swing voters think when they decide who to vote for is: "Hmmm... I wonder which one would make better TV. The robot? Or the clown?" But then again, that's just one man's theory.
Anyhoo, recently, there was yet another famous Bush gaffe that made the rounds. It went like this: "Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we."
Hmmm.... :P
A post with a personal touch
Yan complained today that I haven't posted for a long time, and that my last few postings have been pretty technical. So I'm gonna do the decent thing and do a more personal posting.
And, of course, when I do a personal posting, more often than not, I rant, so here goes. I was supposed to take a certification exam last Saturday, but the week before that (on the Thursday, in fact), my boss told me that I had to go for training for the entire following week. So I called the test center, to check if there are any dates available in the near future. I was told there was, and given an email address to send the rescheduling info to.
So I sent an email to the address given to me, and since there was no bounce message, I thought everything was cool. I couldn't check my email for the week after that, and I figured, since the last time I had to reschedule they took their own sweet time getting back to me, why worry?
Imagine my surprise when I checked my email last Monday, and found an email with my test results for a test that I didn't take. At this point, I started panicking. It was late at night, so I couldn't call them. And also, I've already failed my CCNA exam, which means that I'm gonna have to pay for the retake for that one, so there was no fuckin' way I was gonna pay for this one either.
So I called up the next morning, and that was when I found out that the person who gave me the email address earlier gave me the wrong email address. And this person is the Operations Manager, which means, of course, that she should know better than the underling I spoke to. After ranting over the phone, I was told to email the details of my situation to them, which I did.
The next day, I called, to see if anything was moving with the appeal. And the person doesn't even remember what my problem was. So I had to repeat my story all over again before she remembers who I am and what the problem was. That was when she told me that she was about to call the test provider to appeal for a reschedule. "Yeah, right," I thought, "Sure you were."
Thankfully, she called me about an hour later, to tell me that the appeal was successful and that my exam has been rescheduled. Well, goody. Yay. Break out the wine and all that crap.
Oh, well. Hope I'll actually pass this exam. I don't think I'll be able to afford dropping another $250 or so for another test. Sheesh...
And, of course, when I do a personal posting, more often than not, I rant, so here goes. I was supposed to take a certification exam last Saturday, but the week before that (on the Thursday, in fact), my boss told me that I had to go for training for the entire following week. So I called the test center, to check if there are any dates available in the near future. I was told there was, and given an email address to send the rescheduling info to.
So I sent an email to the address given to me, and since there was no bounce message, I thought everything was cool. I couldn't check my email for the week after that, and I figured, since the last time I had to reschedule they took their own sweet time getting back to me, why worry?
Imagine my surprise when I checked my email last Monday, and found an email with my test results for a test that I didn't take. At this point, I started panicking. It was late at night, so I couldn't call them. And also, I've already failed my CCNA exam, which means that I'm gonna have to pay for the retake for that one, so there was no fuckin' way I was gonna pay for this one either.
So I called up the next morning, and that was when I found out that the person who gave me the email address earlier gave me the wrong email address. And this person is the Operations Manager, which means, of course, that she should know better than the underling I spoke to. After ranting over the phone, I was told to email the details of my situation to them, which I did.
The next day, I called, to see if anything was moving with the appeal. And the person doesn't even remember what my problem was. So I had to repeat my story all over again before she remembers who I am and what the problem was. That was when she told me that she was about to call the test provider to appeal for a reschedule. "Yeah, right," I thought, "Sure you were."
Thankfully, she called me about an hour later, to tell me that the appeal was successful and that my exam has been rescheduled. Well, goody. Yay. Break out the wine and all that crap.
Oh, well. Hope I'll actually pass this exam. I don't think I'll be able to afford dropping another $250 or so for another test. Sheesh...
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