tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30455212011-11-15T08:20:31.256-08:00Random Solitary ThoughtsFormerly a slave to the corporate world, Kalamari decided to quit his established career when he realised the futility of it all. He now works for an NGO, teaches Capoeira to misfits, writes and choreographs action scenes. Has a dog which is ironically named after a hurricane and another named after a circus. He regrets giving them such names. Misses his former foster cats.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.comBlogger5041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-68065546582195334472011-11-15T07:52:00.000-08:002011-11-15T08:20:31.302-08:00Happy Anniversary!No, it's not mine. Not even close. Not that I have any particular anniversary that is big enough to regard. Or even an official one. I'm talking about my parents' anniversary. Well, it hasn't happened yet at the time of posting, but it's coming soon. Thing is, me and my sibs (siblings); we decided to do something for them this year. But let me start at the beginning.The three ofKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-26424890271528386352011-11-01T10:12:00.000-07:002011-11-01T10:31:07.169-07:00Inspired ExperimentsThis post is what I call an experiment. Rather, the inspiration for this post was born from a discussion I had recently with a friend on the somewhat mundane topic of 'back-lit' keyboards. I had casually mentioned to him my intention of upgrading my current laptop keyboard with a back-lit version so that I can blog in the wee hours of the night without the lights on. Yes, see Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-5046198454562041382011-09-10T07:33:00.000-07:002011-09-10T08:15:27.475-07:00The Adventures of Pete and PikayPete grew up in a nondescript part of town in a small house enough for his family of three which consists of him, his construction worker father and his mother who is unemployed and does housewifely duties.His only companion therefore, is a little chicken which he lovingly calls Pikay. Little Pete is fond of daydreaming, something he became increasingly good at Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-38225843129428513192011-08-02T10:39:00.000-07:002011-08-02T10:51:43.234-07:00Recollections...It has been a year and a day to a month since my last post. Time flies... and so did I, at least more than I did before. Priorities have taken their place and as this cobwebbed web space has shown, they have taken my time as well.Sometimes all it takes is a quiet moment in the middle of a sleepless night to reminisce about the old days a year ago, and perhaps a little further backKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-13664328108100506942010-07-04T01:50:00.000-07:002010-07-04T02:02:53.838-07:00Multipurpose lives...It has been slightly more than 4 months since my last post. And the one before that was a year and two months ago. It really seems like I haven't been very active here. But like all things, change happens.And it was change that brought me back to this humble little web space which has been the bearer of my thought processes since 2001. Yes, it has been 9 years.Writing styles Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-63173009087099198052010-02-01T02:53:00.000-08:002010-02-01T02:59:23.150-08:00InspirationsWhat inspires you?Music? Poems? Words? Artwork? Being in love? Being out of love? Your pet? Your parents? A chocolate bar? Coffee? Money?I've often wondered what actually inspires me. If I am to be anal about it, it would be a number of things, among them those mentioned above. But what is the common denominator about those things that inspires?Judging by the times I update my blog Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-4339106685219040222009-04-15T11:39:00.001-07:002009-04-15T12:23:18.048-07:00The Circus is in townMy name is Cirque. French for circus. The pack mother decided to name me that after seeing me run around in circles. I have since stopped all circling activities, but the name stuck. It is not easy to change the minds of others once the first impression has been made. I have learned my lesson.In a way I am lucky. The pack leader has considered naming me 'Spraycan' or 'Idiot'.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-90324366871036863412009-03-26T10:46:00.000-07:002009-03-26T23:31:47.006-07:00Revenge of De GatoI sit silently in the dark, waiting for my chance to pounce. He walks about, unsuspecting. Thinking his life in his head. Thinking mediocre things like work and family and relationships and such.What's family? My mum left me when I was two months old. Never seen her since. I never knew my dad. Worthless bugger. Screwed my mum and left her to fend for the four of us. I was the Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-79600311961537281452009-03-25T02:02:00.000-07:002009-03-25T02:19:21.551-07:00The Lemon Yellow - Royal Blue BottleOn the subject of Aura-soma. The art of deciphering one's life path and purpose through the use of coloured bottles. Pick a bottle and the colours will show you your path. Rather, the bottles choose you.So I chose the Lemon Yellow - Royal Blue bottle. My diagnosis?The yellow represents the knowledge learned and gathered throughout your life (up until now I Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-39497630037525148412009-03-09T10:56:00.000-07:002009-03-09T11:15:55.856-07:00MusingsLocked in his single room apartment, Private Investigator Cuttlefish sits at his desk, pondering the many choices he has in front of him.Life has been tough of late, with work piling up and getting no where. Business goes on as usual with the usual scandals and dramas that find themselves in the lap of people with no imagination or much purpose to life other than the perverse entertainmentKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-27779619688946501932008-08-19T00:25:00.000-07:002008-08-19T00:54:30.626-07:00Shovelling SnowHow I love that phrase from Haruki Murakami's Dance Dance Dance. It was the prefect way to describe society's obsession with routine.Shovelling snow. Like mopping, or sweeping. An unthinking task that we do as routine on a routinely daily/weekly (for some, monthly) basis. Much like the rest of our lives. Lived out in routine.Devoid of any form of thought or much purpose (other thanKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-31346354578667998802008-08-12T00:52:00.000-07:002008-08-12T01:41:29.741-07:00The power of moppingMany people overlook the simple but yet important lessons we can learn from simple yet mundane everyday chores.Like mopping for example.How does one mop a floor? Simple, you dip the mop into a pail full of soapy water. Squeeze the water out and mop the floor, right? Then rinse and repeat. Literally.Some people prefer to mop twice. Once with soapy water, and once with plain Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-10222269504931641312008-08-10T09:37:00.000-07:002008-08-10T09:52:36.697-07:00Nightly excursions?Time flies when you're actually doing something with it. That was how after a four month spell, mild-mannered Kalamari came to be sitting at his desk in the middle of the night, mulling over what little obscurities to add to his menagerie of quirky insights which may be too quirky for most (or some) to stomach.Another time for all the pleasantries that we've missed in the past Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-30347562681077564862008-04-14T23:32:00.000-07:002008-04-14T23:49:25.929-07:00Ice cold jacuzziThere is nothing more refreshing than a dip in an ice cold natural jacuzzi surrounded by a natural garden of flora. That pretty much sums up my trip to magickriver last sunday.Sitting among nature, being engulfed by the enorminity of it all makes for a rather humbling experience. Coupled with an inspiring chat with Antares and a few new and existing friends from the city over a Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-777420227395678932008-04-11T09:28:00.000-07:002008-04-11T09:56:49.840-07:00Dedicated to all Cholerics out there!The Powerful Choleric personality. A strong-willed, fast-thinking snappy decision maker who is quick to anger and deems themselves always right. Has a habit of branding anyone who doesn't think as fast or make similar decisions as stupid (which is pretty much all non-cholerics).When you meet a Choleric you'll know immediately by the way they talk and make Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-31159809442792958632008-04-08T10:00:00.000-07:002008-04-08T10:18:10.020-07:00How does one kill oneself?Isolation. Stubbornness. Arrogance. Pride. Anger. Fear. Stupidity. Emotions.Wouldn't it be great if we could fill ourselves with all these and commit suicide? Then we'd take all these negative qualities with us. We will rid the world of another thorn in society. Imagine a world where seriously flawed people consciously remove themselves from society.We'd have a blissful Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-48438850417126227432008-04-06T10:36:00.001-07:002008-04-06T10:43:30.985-07:00A humble pieceBy KalamariHow is it that a teacher who aspires to beAn example to all, can crumble and fall,Amidst anger and arrogance?It is simple. For he/she is still human.How is it that a teacher who inspiresFind that he or she cannot find it in others?It is simple. For he/she is only human.And arrogance clouds the mind from learning.How is it that a teacher who dutifully cultivatesThe essenceKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-42753493788217754312008-04-06T08:22:00.000-07:002008-04-06T08:33:59.273-07:00Phasing outI'm going through a phase of spiritual cleansing.WTF?Yes, I hear you. Spiritual cleansing, to sum it up in my terms is a way of detaching from physical, emotional and material baggage. There is nothing religious about it, and there should be nothing religious about it since I'm not in any way inclined to religion in the first place.So with one and a half weeks to go, from a total of Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-10998411792099617742008-02-26T09:09:00.000-08:002008-02-26T09:28:14.802-08:00Ouch!Wow, it has been more than two months since I updated my blog. I could feel the cobwebs crawling all the way from cyberspace to my keyboard.Anyways in my bid to survive on my own, I've managed to successfully destroy any semblance of my social life; occasionally finding the time to breathe a little and catch forty winks between classes and meetings.So now I run my own business (unregistered Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-78962930890453229632007-12-07T01:12:00.000-08:002008-01-07T09:24:00.949-08:00Advocating Change: Part 2A couple of months ago (or maybe more) I wrote a post on change, and how it happens everyday and everywhere and to everyone including yourself. And I've noticed that lately my posts have all been about change and constantly changing and keeping that change alive.It's funny in a weird sort of way as I was always one who is shy of change. But now it seems change has taken Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-85686932186332364382007-11-21T09:35:00.000-08:002007-11-21T09:51:19.639-08:00The Days AfterPATCH was one heck of an experience. It was tiring, time-consuming, stress-inducing and a lot of effort to raise funds for two cerebral palsy kids. But it was darn worth every single drop of blood, sweat and tears.I fell sick the evening PATCH ended and was taken ill for the days to follow. In total, three days to be exact. Even then, my head was still a bit heavy on Thursday. Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-57957398196831590352007-11-01T00:30:00.000-07:002007-11-01T00:58:54.269-07:00PATCHPATCH is a Charity Concert organised by Living-Arts to raise funds for two cerebral palsy children.Do come to this event and support a worthy cause. Details are below.Date: 11.11.07 (Sunday)Time: 5.00pm-8.00pmVenue: Living Arts Studio in Sunway (for instructions to get there, visit Living Arts)Attire: Lite n easyAdmission: Donation of RM 10 and aboveHighlights of the event includes 11 Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-83579263400460291172007-10-28T08:50:00.000-07:002007-10-29T01:26:53.813-07:00Good MorningIt is now my first official day at my new job, having just left my previous job last week. And I must say, the change in environment is truly amazing.Suddenly, a whole new world has opened up to me, and the oppotunities are boundless. I do not force myself awake, but rather hop out on my own. Of course, not having 'fixed' working hours helps a lot.I no longer work 'under' someone, andKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-3451222024303992952007-10-21T18:19:00.000-07:002007-10-21T21:59:45.725-07:00The Exorcism of Bitty GrumpShe lays in bed on a typical weekday morning, savouring the un-need to get up and slog to work like the boring mundane masses. Slowly, she turns and twists herself in an orgy of serene restfulness, a soft moan of satisfaction escaping her lips. How nice it is to not heed the mad rush of the typical working class.The pattering sound of the shower stops and after a while,Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-89377407786314617312007-10-17T19:19:00.001-07:002007-10-18T12:02:13.632-07:00A typical morning with the grumpsFor most people, a typical Thursday morning starts off with the subtle realisation that it's only ONE day away from Friday, which is essentially ONE day away from the weekend. Most people will brush off that little bit of sleepiness, ready to embrace the day and clear their desk in anticipation of a work-less weekend.Unfortunately, mild-mannered Jonathan isn't Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-57467836625057662482007-10-12T02:42:00.000-07:002007-10-12T02:52:50.315-07:00This is a community service message.It's the eve of Hari Raya Aidilfitri and the roads are packed with endless hordes of people rushing to go home to their families, their kampungs, their celebratory celebrations with family members they don't even know exist.Also, on a more morbid and sombre note, hordes of these same people will be killed in road accidents thanks to unscrupulous drivers, and Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-77907752007261349222007-09-26T03:33:00.001-07:002007-10-03T21:35:53.786-07:00In Pursuit of HappinessAnd as the regulars on my blog can attest to, the title has totally no bearings or reference to the movie of similar namesake other than the fact that it may sound cool and fitting to such a post as this one.So a few days ago (when this post was originally drafted but not completed), as I was sitting on my office desk pondering if I should update my blog, 3sa messaged me Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-8004277061188788802007-08-28T02:27:00.000-07:002007-08-28T02:29:52.962-07:00Advocating Change“Change is inevitable.”“The only truth is change.”“The only thing that does not change is change itself.”Again and again we have heard these proclamations of change. But how much of these words do we comprehend? Have we ever asked ourselves questions regarding the sayings? What really is change?Change is pretty much the transformation of matter to liquid or gas or the hesitancy Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-41782147419318450832007-08-20T18:26:00.000-07:002007-08-21T23:20:07.564-07:00Questions we never ask..."If you have one chance at happiness for a life-time, what would it be?"My girlfriend asked me one night. It got me thinking. One chance.What makes you happy? What would make you eternally happy? Not the superficial kind of happiness that you get when you have a windfall of money, or when you strike the lottery, or have a new girlfriend/boyfriend. What would make your Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-85943050125716336922007-08-20T02:06:00.000-07:002007-08-21T23:10:53.811-07:00What dreams may come...What are dreams? What do we dream about? Why do we dream?And I'm not talking about dreaming in the sense of the sort with clouds hanging over your head. I'm talking about 'real' dreams. The kind you want to live. The kind you want to believe in. Dreams that would make the world a better place.Sometimes, in fact most times, I sit or walk or do whatever it is that I do in my Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-86173946116354030032007-08-07T19:40:00.000-07:002007-08-07T21:23:49.472-07:00And yet we are tagged again...And once again, the tagging game has infiltrated my beloved blog in the guise of Kotak. So like any other obedient blogger, I am somehow and grudgingly obligated to post yet another reply to the shameless tagging game which only seeks to tag more and more people in an infinite loop of 'chain-letterness'. I will however end this here, even if it means I will have to Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-30040605362500179642007-07-30T20:47:00.000-07:002007-07-31T03:05:01.118-07:00Finding solace in being solitarySometimes life drops an anvil on your foot and puts you out for two weeks because you have a broken foot (from the anvil remember?). Most times, life is less dramatic, settling for subtle approaches such as that little niggly fever that comes at the most appropriate of times.Maybe it's life's way of telling you to slow down, to take a breather. To stop and smell Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-53894590278249754952007-07-06T02:26:00.000-07:002007-07-09T01:12:41.683-07:00The Tagging GameIn true blogging fashion, (and this is only one of the perks of blogging which I'm not too enthusiastic about; not all the time anyways, besides the incessant cam-whoring that takes forever to load on my okui-paced internet connection at home) I have been tagged. Once again.It's alright to be tagged. If one were to blog, one must tag. This is also true with regards to cam-whoring.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-58322722867309493172007-06-25T20:59:00.000-07:002007-06-27T23:30:33.524-07:00And so it is...As Private Investigator Cuttlefish sits in the dark dank office mundaning his monotonous life away doing trivial and life-wasting chores such as paperwork (and in the process killing millions of trees), the world passes him by and continues at the snails' pace that it has been ever-moving in this 'higher-being' forsaken country.He jabs a pencil at his watch and watches it as it Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-36462449803531408712007-06-10T08:31:00.000-07:002007-06-10T10:01:51.038-07:00The day the Thunder RoaredMorning broke on a nice stately Saturday in a quaint little quiet house in a nice suburban setting. Young little billy goat awoke fresh and happy, ready to embrace the sunlight as it streams across his little cozy room in that little orderly house in that nice suburban setting.Little billy goat washed his face and trimmed his goatee (for that's what little billy goats Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-63050451618345680702007-05-18T02:42:00.000-07:002007-05-18T03:05:54.684-07:00MorningMorning. Thin rays of light flutter through the curtains as they land and caress my face. As I lay there on my bed, barely aware of my surroundings, a calm sensation rests itself next to me. Warm.I close my eyes and smile. And then I slowly get up, sit on the bed for a while longer, taking in my surroundings, my senses becoming aware of things going on. The sounds coming from downstairs, Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-42914810457380014152007-05-08T00:57:00.000-07:002007-05-08T03:46:31.446-07:00AprilSo it has been awhile since I've last written anything of substance. Heck, it's been awhile since I've written anything. I've been away, on a trip, if you'd like. I didn't go far, but I felt I've travelled the world.April was an interesting month for me. It was long, unending, yet it ended abruptly in a manner most intriguing. It started out as normally as any normal month would begin, with Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-83361259915567076822007-04-18T00:13:00.000-07:002007-04-18T02:07:57.365-07:00Random mindless rant!"What the @$%*# is going on!!!?!?!??!!?!?""AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!"And so, with a raging anger so uncontrollably erratic, mild-mannered Kalamari (who is currently not so mild nor mannerly in any way) bellows in frustration as he struggles to understand the niggling thoughts that niggle at his tiny little unconventional mind.But toil as he might, he could not comprehend the Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-82937552187050218582007-03-28T04:06:00.000-07:002007-03-28T04:19:50.376-07:00The Legend...A little while back, I heard of a little fairytale story. It began with, "Once upon a time..." and ended with, "...there was a CG artist who quit and went to sell grass!"The miraculously wondorous and insanely mundane story made its way into the student fraternity at a local University at a not-so-prestigeous (tho commonly mistaken to be sophisticated) location somewhere out of town.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-40281526654212328132007-03-21T18:42:00.000-07:002007-03-21T21:56:28.004-07:00Another gay postPotentially gay men are attracted to me. The above statement spells more truth than I care to verify. More than once, potentially gay men have commented or even attempted to hit on me. Why 'potentially'? Because almost all of the above men, claimed to be, or have been in a heretrosexual relationship before.It happened last night when I was at the gym. In the steam room. This dude Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-85809022259847009622007-03-09T02:15:00.000-08:002007-03-09T02:59:22.767-08:00Blog of absenceIn light of recent scheduling issues which includes a series of unfortunate workoholic weeks and an unfortunate internet connection devoid of the basic amenities of an internet connection, I have been unable to update my blog for a rather long time.Hence, I wanted to reopen my blogging with a slightly more substantial post than this one, but seeing that I've been conveniently Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-52788569418020147112007-02-08T09:16:00.000-08:002007-01-31T10:27:46.654-08:00The need to writeI have a need to write. Be it a post, an article, some work documents, or even gibberish. It doesn't even have to be grammatically or verbally correct. I just need to write. Something.Luckily, I have a wealth of unpleasant and morbid experiences to draw upon in frigid times like these when I can't sleep and have the sudden urge to spew nonsensical bullcrap just for the heck of Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-6278571274742783812007-01-31T10:08:00.000-08:002007-01-31T10:27:46.893-08:00Negligence with a purposeIronically ironic. With the time that I've created, (not acquired; for we are all given the same amount of time, but it is what we do with the ones that we have that makes a difference. We can make time, not merely use it) I spend it doing more work.The past few days has seen me and a few other friends neglecting our friends and sometimes family for the sake of a common Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-11545905280996024912007-01-30T01:47:00.000-08:002007-01-30T02:53:47.515-08:00Drowning in a parody of life Life is a joke. A big joke. A very big joke. Much like the writer of this blog.You have days when things just breeze by with not much work and not a care in the world. And the very next day, you get a project so huge you shit stones thinking about it. Then there are times when you wonder what's going on with your life, and then someone comes along and tells you. And Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1169575316065936042007-01-23T09:57:00.000-08:002007-01-23T10:01:56.093-08:00Random Solitary Thought"When you finally have nothing left to lose, you realise that there was nothing to lose in the first place"-Kalamari-Nuff said. For today.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1169126763186011022007-01-18T04:51:00.000-08:002007-01-18T05:26:03.210-08:00A post (almost) forgotten...It is now almost 9pm on a rainy Thursday night in the middle of January, and I'm sitting here in front of my trusty old PC, typing out the remnants of last year on a post which I should have done almost entirely a month a ago if it was not for the ill-timed intervention of our local favourite, procastination. ...hear me weep...So it is with such diligence that I am nowKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1166633174782088632006-12-20T07:37:00.000-08:002006-12-20T08:46:14.800-08:00Re-capping the bottle"When the bottle is full, you empty it so that it may fill up again."It was a typical Tuesday evening and the work day was ending, and mild-mannered Kalamari was writing in his usual Kalamari-ish sort of way. Suddenly, as suddenly as Kalamari changes his writing styles, and third-person views into first-person narrative, I deduced that I would like to watch a movie. So I Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1165499908226804472006-12-07T05:15:00.000-08:002006-12-07T05:58:28.246-08:00Where are you now?So where have I been of late? Busy. Mostly. The other half is procastination; our national past-time. Anyways work and other miscellaneous stuff have been clogging my evenings for the better half of a month. I'll probably be blogging about events that happened during my apparent hiatus. But for now, just a quick entry before I forget all about it.I was down at the local taman Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1162485773840631462006-11-02T08:36:00.000-08:002006-11-02T08:43:30.753-08:00Bullish thoughts"Follow your heart", said mother one day. I looked up for a fleeting moment at her sudden remark. Bad call. The evil demon witch took advantage of that moment of hesitation and pawned my arse. Game over. "What do you mean?", I sulkily replied. "Sometimes you have to follow your heart and do what you feel is right."Whoa, deep meaning. My young impudent heart could not comprehend Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1162216172293483752006-10-30T04:43:00.000-08:002006-10-31T02:45:49.566-08:00When footsteps stop...So I have not been updating this space for a while now. This was due to my new job, which leaves me ample time, but having not settled into routine, I constantly find myself slacking off whenever I think I should blog. Anyway, a week into my new job, in a new industry, which a different job scope, both of which are relatively new to me, I took a roadtrip home. Bad idea. As aKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1160748961002130242006-10-13T07:03:00.000-07:002006-10-13T07:16:01.023-07:00FarewellToday is my last day at the office. Come Monday, I will be embarking on an adventure in an industry totally new to me, doing something I've never done before. It is all rather daunting.Today I was also stricken with a mild case of food poisoning. Actually it started yesterday evening, when just a little bit after dinner, I felt a slight discomfort. By the time I reached home, my dinner Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1160588329378125742006-10-11T10:20:00.000-07:002006-10-11T10:38:49.396-07:00Of simple things that made a difference...I made a friend a week ago. It all started with a simple car wash. The dude offered to remove stains and residue left over by my negligence due to the rainy weather (before the haze came) recently. Since it was a new car, I was eager to preserve the coat of paint. So I relented and said okay. After work, I collected my car, and I noticed he did a good jobKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1160329024338406442006-10-08T10:15:00.000-07:002006-10-08T10:37:04.363-07:00The 'Fu' AnalogyA few months ago on a rather dark but not stormy nor rainy night, I had a good chat with an old friend of mine. I was having a tough time with regards to certain aspects of my life which I shall not go into detail here for fear that people who might have a chance to influence my later life will be reading this blog. And if you are one of those people, I suggest you don't use this Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1159896282821170652006-10-03T09:58:00.000-07:002006-10-03T10:24:42.856-07:00When things turn sour...Have a little fun! This may be one of many mindless posts to come thanks to my new toy (read previous post), and may sound rather chirpy to be me writing it, but nonetheless, those who know me well know that my writing does reflect on my mood. Sorta like a writing PMS. I know, the analogy sucks. But it's stays; coz it's crude, original and it's mine. So bugger off the Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1159294821974768912006-09-26T11:17:00.000-07:002006-09-26T11:20:22.023-07:00I got a new toyNuff said!Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1159001904128486362006-09-23T01:43:00.000-07:002006-09-23T01:58:24.156-07:00DependanciesSometimes the lack of something makes you aware of the things you are truly dependant on. Take for example, the day my office ran out of coffee. I went into a bad state of caffein withdrawal, nodding off every few minutes and feeling lethargic. So did quite a number of people. Well, not really, but I didn't want to be known as the only 'coffee dependant' in the office. Then a couple Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1158774500542427932006-09-20T10:29:00.000-07:002006-09-20T10:48:20.610-07:00Twisted FateIt's ironic how one can comment on another's plight and suffer the same two days later. And no, I'm not talking bout a car accident, but a twisted ankle. Said tragedy (tragedy; because those who know me know that I pretty much can't live with my regular dose of sports or any physical activity which includes jumping around like the monkey that I am. Literally) happened during a game ofKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1158596717710032452006-09-18T09:19:00.000-07:002006-09-18T09:25:17.790-07:00Of things that burn out...I lit the incense and watch it burn into ashes. Then I watch as the ashes are washed away by the billowy wind that carries it to the corners of my house. I watched as the light burns out. Too many things are burning out in my life. At times I think it may be an indication of change, as some of those things are doubts in my path. Things which I took to be born out of my Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1158080258017661262006-09-12T09:19:00.000-07:002006-09-12T09:57:38.346-07:00It was a dark and stormy afternoon...It was a dark and stormy afternoon... and I was drowsy from the lack of a substantial amount of coffee. That, coupled with the internet being down, finally did the job and struck me down like a catepillar which just ate some DDT laced greens. So I peeled myself off my seat and headed for the couch to take a power nap. And I found I couldn't wake up...I was in Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1157366727743210312006-09-04T03:21:00.000-07:002006-09-04T03:45:27.813-07:00Of things that go bump in your life...Sometimes life brings you down. And screws with you. Hard. (Not in that way you pervert!!!)And after all that screwing is done, (and no, you're not left with a very big a-hole) you find yourself pretty much wondering what that was all about. Pretty much like getting raped. Except without the physical pain, but with a similar amount of mental trauma. It is a Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1156583453717924842006-08-26T02:02:00.000-07:002006-08-26T02:10:53.750-07:00Random Solitary 'Tulans'(frustrations)...Somebody kindly left a used tissue paper in one of the pockets of one of the pants which went into the washing machine this morning. The whole load was covered in fragments of chewed-up tissue paper. I spent a considerable amount of time shaking them loose from the clothes. I only hope the culprit was me, and no one else. If not, someone will be Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1156442480566392102006-08-24T10:33:00.000-07:002006-08-24T11:01:20.630-07:00Do not bite the hand that feeds youThe above saying has probably been used more often than not. Especially to those freshies who are entering the work-force. It can however backfire. Confused? Allow me to illustrate...There was once this company. Who hired plenty of talented young fresh individuals who would work for next to nuts. Sometimes for no nuts. The company of course like any other Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1156156256735333792006-08-21T03:19:00.000-07:002006-08-21T03:30:56.746-07:00What if...I was just recently brought to the attention that I could have had a heart attack and died from an overdose of coffee. Under certain circumstances, that isn't exactly such a bad idea. The newspaper headlines would read:'Young frustrated starving artist drinks himself to death'Followed by:'A 25 year old animator overworking at a local art-related company died last night after drinking Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1156009769583278912006-08-19T10:36:00.000-07:002006-08-19T10:49:29.646-07:00Drunk on coffeeI am so drunk with coffee, my hands are shaking and I am actually sleepy. I am also hungry. This was thanks to an over-generous offer of free house-brew coffee at Starbucks. It all started with a hangout session at Starbucks. Everybody had their coffee and tea, and we're just chilling around, playing some board games, when the nice waitress sauntered over and offered us some free Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1155576099633912362006-08-14T10:20:00.000-07:002006-08-14T10:21:39.673-07:00PaintballPaintball - A game that is played by shooting balls of paint at people you hang out with, (i.e. friends). Painball - A game where the people you hang out with (i.e. friends) shoot you with balls of paint.Last Sunday, a bunch of acquaintances and this writer went to a Paintball park somewhere in the vicinity of Sg. Buloh (don't ask me where I don't know and I didn't drive and I can't Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1155491573610207402006-08-13T10:22:00.000-07:002006-08-13T10:52:53.680-07:00We are Artists...Went down to Zouk KL last Wednesday to catch American band, We Are Scientists. Actually 'went down' doesn't apply here, since Zouk KL is literally a stone's throw away from my office. Anyway, me and a bunch of colleagues headed down there after work to catch the band and get drunk (well, some of us anyways, the writer included). The place wasn't exactly jumping when we got there,Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1154974936999487462006-08-07T11:09:00.000-07:002006-08-07T11:22:23.200-07:00Drawing on a memoryIt's been awhile since I last took out my dusty tablet to doddle something. So early this morning I decided, 'what the heck!' and drew the first thing that came to mind. I think it's been too long since I've sketched. And no, it's not really based on a memory, just one of the visual idiosyncrasies that float across my mind every now and then.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1154757256523932622006-08-04T22:38:00.000-07:002006-08-04T22:54:16.536-07:00On being singleIn recent weeks, friends have been telling me to get a girlfriend. So this post is a tribute/explaination/reasoning to why I choose to remain in the state I am in. Grammatical errors are intended.It all started with an unhappy job. Followed by an unhappy environment. Then, an unfulfilling lifestyle. And then, it hit me. My life sucks.And ironically, I let it happen. For three wholeKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1154344995461717862006-07-31T04:00:00.000-07:002006-07-31T10:27:52.436-07:00On being labelled 'Gay'... (gigantic sweat drop appears ala anime style)Statement: I have been and am constantly being labelled gay. Fiction: I could be gay.Fact: I am in fact straight. And various visits to certain sites have confirmed this fact. Multiples times. Conclusion: I have no friggin idea why I am constantly being viewed as a homosexual.An otherwise mundane dinner arrangement with some Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1153762206304911402006-07-24T09:26:00.000-07:002006-07-24T10:30:06.366-07:00The Epitome of Failure...I am, the Epitome of Failure. Or at least that's what I like to believe. I am however as much I want to deny it, much less of a failure than I put myself out to be. Tho in some ways, I doubt my own definitions.The past few months have been a trying time for me as I battled a dead-end job in a seemingly dead-end industry in a dead-end country where people are more Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1153423029444321672006-07-20T11:50:00.000-07:002006-07-20T12:17:09.520-07:00Random Good DeedsIt was rush hour in the KLCC LRT station, and Malaysians, lacking in socially acceptable behaviour as always, were pushing and jostling each other in a bid to get into a crowded carriage which will remain crowded because the unthinking (or merely selfish) Malaysians would stand unbudgingly at the doors. Such is the morally-deprived hell I go through on an almost daily basis in Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1152788686748310942006-07-12T20:55:00.000-07:002006-07-13T04:04:46.843-07:00The Dangers of Living AloneA little over a week ago, I came down with a seemingly mild case of sorethroat, no doubt resulting from the late nights spent watching the world cup quarter finals and the shouting that accompanies such endeavours.So what appeared to be an ordinary occurance didn't get much attention until Tuesday when it got worse. During lunch, I began to feel a temperature rising. Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1152628845769053762006-07-11T07:33:00.000-07:002006-07-11T07:44:34.353-07:00Some people should just curl up and die! Twice!There are times in one's life when one realises that there are things that will never change. And some things are inevitable as well. Some systems never change. Some cultures never change. People change. But not always for the better.Sometimes there are things that piss you off beyond your own comprehension. Things that you are asked to do that can Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1151952239463606612006-07-03T10:58:00.000-07:002006-07-03T11:43:59.540-07:00Canned CoffeeMy coffee got canned. It was lunchtime, the best time of any working day except Friday. Fridays are just perpetually good for no particular reasons other than it being the last day of the working week. Saturdays do NOT count as working days, and any company who makes their workers work on a Saturday should be removed from the face of this earth. Except banks and bill payment centers,Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1151597261450789562006-06-29T09:03:00.000-07:002006-06-29T09:07:41.463-07:00Random Football-Related Conversationskalamari: i'm getting sleepy... friend: hahahfriend: so?kalamari: what time is the match? 3 am?friend: yeahkalamari: damn damn damn... an hour to go...kalamari: I don't have enough porn to last me that longfriend: hahahahakalamari: ...kalamari: I'm gonna have to kill myself for the crap that I write...Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1151318180830507562006-06-26T03:14:00.000-07:002006-06-26T03:36:20.893-07:00Random Stupid Thought"Life is like an urinal. The boys piss on you all the time and the girls just ignore you."I gotta stop thinking these thoughts when I'm pissing.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1150733710095960652006-06-19T08:56:00.000-07:002006-06-19T09:15:12.436-07:00The Hamster TheoryHamsters apparently have an attention span of three seconds. I tried to confirm this apparent fact, but could not do so from an accomplished source. Therefore, it has to be assumed that hamsters have the attention span of three seconds.Imagine having the attention span of three seconds. Actually, it's not that hard to imagine with the sort of people I hang out with. Forget what Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1150281447603165572006-06-14T03:34:00.000-07:002006-06-14T03:37:27.616-07:00Personality anyone?And who would have thought that this would be rather accurate? Sometimes I wonder... Your Personality ProfileYou are dependable, popular, and observant.Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.You are unique, creative, and expressive.You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.And lucky for you, Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1150135370036199892006-06-12T10:46:00.000-07:002006-06-12T11:02:50.096-07:00Man on FireI watched 'Man on Fire' on Sunday. It was a good show, deserving the praise and whatever mentions the film got. I enjoyed it thoroughly. And like all good shows, the movie connected with me in some way. I once had a discussion with some friends. We talked about how a director or an artist, tries to convey the message through the film. The artist reaches out to capture the emotions thatKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1149526685752819732006-06-05T09:53:00.000-07:002006-06-05T09:58:05.766-07:00Pride and stupidityThis post may very well be the result of a rare display of emotional turbulence that has been plaguing me for some time now. Gathered, I have tried to move on from being totally emotional and baseless, to more of an intellectual discussion on certain issues which may affect the general population as a whole instead of my selfish little hide. Here goes...I have often felt a Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1148984323894833382006-05-30T02:04:00.000-07:002006-05-30T03:18:43.966-07:00Fruity BeerHaving a particularly boring day at work, I decided to do some blog reading. And thanks to some sinister twist of ironic fate, I somehow landed myself in a position to try out skittles with beer. This was about a week ago of course.So with nothing better to do but laze around all night, I decided to put the challenge to the test. I went out to my local minimart, and got myself a small Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1148898644617812552006-05-28T23:28:00.000-07:002006-05-29T03:30:44.690-07:00Random Sex ThoughtsThe first thought that went through my mind on a beautiful and purposeful Sunday morning was sex. How it came to be, I do not know. It was pretty much like the moment in the timeline of evolution when the first amoeba came to be. No one really knew what happened. It just happened.And there I was in the cool glorious morning of a beautiful Sunday with my eyes open and thoughts Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1148402497847616512006-05-23T09:25:00.000-07:002006-05-23T09:41:37.876-07:00The wonders of life...No one should ever doubt the relieving effects of a good massage. Such was the case when I visited a massage parlour last Sunday. It was an interesting place, run by visually impaired individuals. Yes, the masseur/masseuse/s were blind. But they were good. And their services aren't too expensive, RM 35 for an hour of full body massage. And if you're shy about exposing Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1147775703112053012006-05-16T03:23:00.000-07:002006-05-16T03:35:03.123-07:00Looking back...I was looking through my archives today, (yes, I'm that free) reading my previous posts. Back from the time I started this blog, till well... I couldn't finish everything, so I did two years and then stopped before I got blind.It was somewhat, immature (the writing of course), but somewhat more interesting than the dull mundane content I seem to write these days. Maybe interesting Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1147715938975663302006-05-15T10:31:00.000-07:002006-05-15T10:58:59.046-07:00The accident that was...Friday was Wesak day. It was also the day after the day I went out with a bunch of friends to club at Zouk until the wee hours of the morning. It was the morning where I stayed up blogging till 6 am. It was also the day I was awakened in my semi-stupor state in the afternoon to news that my siblings were involved in an accident. I hated that day.And so it began, the Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1147279624843166332006-05-10T08:28:00.000-07:002006-05-10T09:47:04.990-07:00Thanks for all the fishThanks to an able-bodied friend who decided to tag me with this, I must now do an obligatory questionaire. Here goes nothing...THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. Terry2. Saw3. SquidTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. My proportionately balanced build. I may be short but I ain't dis-proportioned!2. My side profile. It actually has shape!3. My legs. The more agile to Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1147258750596799842006-05-10T03:20:00.000-07:002006-05-10T03:59:10.633-07:00Random conversationsThis took place in the loo. Guy A walks in and starts pissing at the urinal. Guy B enters the loo.Guy B: What're you doin?Guy A: Pissing.Guy B: No, you're not.Guy A: What does it look like I'm doing?Guy B: What are you doing?Guy A: Pissing.Guy C (all this while in the cubicle): Man, is that all you've got (talking bout size)? I still don't get it. On a side note, the cleaning Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1147083860413485352006-05-08T02:50:00.000-07:002006-05-08T03:24:20.440-07:00Root Canal TreatmentAfter an otherwise great weekend, I was packing it in for a day of work today when I felt a slight throbbing pain in my tooth last night. It kept me somewhat awake for a bit before I eventually dozed off. Waking up early in the morning to similar symptoms, I knew that something had to be done. I had to visit my dentist. Now, I, like most other normal people in this world, Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1146825363426817362006-05-05T03:16:00.000-07:002006-05-05T03:36:03.436-07:00Remembering the past...Having had some free time to myself at work these days, I began surfing blogs and whatnots. Something I didn't have the luxury of doing without someone breathing heavily down my neck for the work "TO BE DONE TODAY".Anyways, I came across www.suanie.net and read a little column on buddhism related posts. Now, I grew up pretty much a free thinker, given that my parents gave Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1146650273160239892006-05-03T01:11:00.000-07:002006-05-03T02:57:53.223-07:00Snorting CoffeeOn a perfectly normal day, in the middle of an otherwise mundane week, somewhere someplace, during a perfectly normal lunch break hardly worth the mention (on normal days that is) I snorted coffee.It. Wasn't. Fun.I must learn not to laugh while sipping caffeinated drinks and chewing rice mixed with beef curry. The results are... Not. Good.Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1146121960830249252006-04-26T22:48:00.000-07:002006-04-27T00:12:40.876-07:00I've learnt... in recent times...Struck with the developments in my life, I came to see some things which I seem to have lost track before. Most are old highways that I failed to travel or procastinated against for reasons of my own.Now, taking a step back from it all, I see things from a very different perspective. It's like standing at the top of a peak looking down at the dawn of a new day (Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1144924244553119532006-04-12T22:10:00.000-07:002006-04-13T03:30:44.606-07:00Recovering the satellites... by The Counting Crows"Gonna get back to basics Guess I'll start it up again I'm falling from the ceiling You're falling from the sky now and then..."The past week has been hell for mild-mannered Kalamari. So he sits in his lifeless cubicle, contemplating his next move, his options. Plenty of things to do, too many to do all at once. In his solitude, he seeks out the Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1142242618728056032006-03-13T00:50:00.000-08:002006-03-13T01:36:58.873-08:00The Story of little TimmyLittle Timmy was born fair. It wasn't his choice, as his mother was a very fair lady. That wasn't the problem. The problem was society, which were bias towards the idea that women should be fair, and men should be tan. As little Timmy grew up, he found that he was the shortest in his class. That wasn't the problem. The problem was society, which stuck by their conventionsKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1141643191911249842006-03-06T02:39:00.000-08:002006-03-06T03:06:31.923-08:00From Kalimdor to Azeroth...I have officially been geeking out with other geeks who have too much time on their hands. This is because, I have recently started playing the reknowned World Of Warcraft online multi-player game. The game is pretty addictive and thus, a lot of my free time (whatever is left of it anyway)is spent in the world of Azeroth. Having said that, I'm still proud to announce Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1141126087722141942006-02-28T03:20:00.000-08:002006-02-28T03:28:07.736-08:00Cats...My home is in the early stages of being invaded by an army of cats. Obvious signs are listed below.1) Feline paw marks on the bonnet of car.2) Dead, half-eaten cicada on porch.3) Fleeting glimpses of tabby leaping over gate.4) Black kitten hovering near drain. 5) Mewing sounds at night.6) Pregnant tabby viciously protective of young underneath car.7) Refusal of tabby and kitten to leave Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1140585747441796262006-02-21T21:02:00.000-08:002006-02-21T21:22:27.463-08:00Of numbers and things that go bump when you want to access the internet...The last time I watched TV, (for those of you, who don't know me that well, I rarely watch TV) I noticed a catchy song by British band Keane being played as a jingle for a TM (formerly Telekom Malaysia) commercial. It shows a bunch of people holding cards with numbers on them. Then as it progresses, the cards are flipped toKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1137062905799914052006-01-11T23:57:00.000-08:002006-01-12T02:48:25.856-08:00On Car Shopping and the Hazards of Shopping for one in a Country such as this...For the past month, I have been contemplating (seriously this time) buying a four-wheeled vehicle. In other words, a car. So thus began the insane challenge of finding a model decently priced, and decently suited to my needs, as well as decently suited to my future plans for it. And with so many things to consider, itKalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1135759683732722982005-12-28T00:03:00.000-08:002005-12-28T00:48:03.743-08:00Weekend BriefTook a trip down to Penang during the Christmas weekend. Had some relaxing fun, watched more movies than I usually do in a month, met up with an old friend and played a borrowed X-box.Things that I noticed during my trip to Penang. A relaxing time constitutes not thinking about work and knowing that you're not gonna be working the next day. Or you just don't care. I'm not watching Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1135142509813018182005-12-20T19:27:00.000-08:002005-12-20T21:29:58.546-08:00On being(of) Chinese(descent)The other day I was at a clinic awaiting my turn to see the doctor. This clinic, is immensely popular, and the waiting time ranges from an hour to two or three hours. The doc is a physio and does a good job with sprained ankles and whatnots. Anyway, on this particular day not too long ago, I was waiting when a small group of malaysian born chinese came in. This one Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045521.post-1134977168787560552005-12-18T19:30:00.000-08:002005-12-18T23:26:08.850-08:00Solitude is good...Last weekend was arguably the best weekend that I've had in a long long while. And what was the difference? My relatives were not around. And I don't mean it in a malicious way. It's not like I dislike them or anything. I mean, they're cool and all, and they leave me alone for most part of the day anyways (not that I'm around the house anyway, with work and all...hehe), but it Kalamarinoreply@blogger.com0