Sitting here in office, I'm thinking that I'm having it so good in life. I've got an amazing girlfriend who's more or less ruined all girls in the world for me, I also have a BFF and/or boifren (as the girlfriend calls him =.=), an adorable pet penguin who sounds like a duck, depressingly dwindling harem of intelligent, pretty and lovely girl friends back home, some awesome guy friends and the innate ability of surviving in my current lavish-like lifestyle with little to no money by honest, down to earth financial borrowing and cunning manipulation of stupid people that I'm surrounded with (not anyone mentioned above).
I've been rereading far too much Tucker Max.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
When I was a child, getting sick was rarely ever a worry. Of course it sucked but it's not something to send me into a fluster often. Mother and Father (mostly Mother) would usually know what to do, with their old wives' cures and if all that fails, there's always the 24 hours clinic.
I remember the one time when I got really worried was when I woke up one morning to the unfortunate discovery of glued eyelids. Big cause of worry indeed for a five year old. Mother solved it by dissolving the crud that stuck my lids together with water-moistened wool.
These past five weeks not being able to breathe well, perpetual headaches, near-constant myalgia, dry coughs that threatened to herniate my guts into my ball sack and the pseudo-food poisoning that rounded it all up near the end pretty much angered and depressed me to a point where I began to be mean and judgemental to people in the vicinity. Talk about collateral damage.
It worried me very much this time round as it hit home that if anything more serious were to befall unto me, I'm more or less screwed, with one strained family relation (read; they think I'm crazy, or something along those lines) in a foreign country and currently with an unintentionally shady dwelling addresses history. Seeing a doctor here is far more painful than simply walking into a clinic back home. Major suckage.
Period cramps are awful.
I remember the one time when I got really worried was when I woke up one morning to the unfortunate discovery of glued eyelids. Big cause of worry indeed for a five year old. Mother solved it by dissolving the crud that stuck my lids together with water-moistened wool.
These past five weeks not being able to breathe well, perpetual headaches, near-constant myalgia, dry coughs that threatened to herniate my guts into my ball sack and the pseudo-food poisoning that rounded it all up near the end pretty much angered and depressed me to a point where I began to be mean and judgemental to people in the vicinity. Talk about collateral damage.
It worried me very much this time round as it hit home that if anything more serious were to befall unto me, I'm more or less screwed, with one strained family relation (read; they think I'm crazy, or something along those lines) in a foreign country and currently with an unintentionally shady dwelling addresses history. Seeing a doctor here is far more painful than simply walking into a clinic back home. Major suckage.
Period cramps are awful.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Recovery. And some pointless details.
The cough has died down.
In the midst of this one week off work, I have the girlfriend strumming guitar next to me with the boifriend singing along...
There are also jars of CNY confectionery sitting on the table next to the lappie. Pineapple tarts among them, half finished. Neil Gaiman's "Smoke and Mirrors" sit next to me, unopened because I don't feel like reading these past few days.
At this point I'm feeling that this is a pointless post with nothing of major importance or urgency. I'm disappointed with courier companies today for the first time in awhile. I suppose they have their reasons for not leaving a card *shoots them all dead*...
Oh well, at least I have the turbo trainer in my possesion now. Time for weekly interval training rides to start regardless of weather. Is wants my calves, glutes and quads back to their former glory. Nyam.
We made lamb burgers with special mint yogurt sauce for dinner today. Ama-bloody-zing. Too much work though.
In the midst of this one week off work, I have the girlfriend strumming guitar next to me with the boifriend singing along...
There are also jars of CNY confectionery sitting on the table next to the lappie. Pineapple tarts among them, half finished. Neil Gaiman's "Smoke and Mirrors" sit next to me, unopened because I don't feel like reading these past few days.
At this point I'm feeling that this is a pointless post with nothing of major importance or urgency. I'm disappointed with courier companies today for the first time in awhile. I suppose they have their reasons for not leaving a card *shoots them all dead*...
Oh well, at least I have the turbo trainer in my possesion now. Time for weekly interval training rides to start regardless of weather. Is wants my calves, glutes and quads back to their former glory. Nyam.
We made lamb burgers with special mint yogurt sauce for dinner today. Ama-bloody-zing. Too much work though.
Currently listening to: Dui Mien De Ni Hai Kan Guo Lai by Ah Nyu
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Happy New Year of the Ox...
...welcomed with style and sickness.
Meh I've been wheezing and snivelling for the past week and a half. Am terribly not happy.
Chinese new year passed like any other day with the exception of a couple of angpows and two massivepig eat outs. That was good. I'm really really thankful that while the mucus leaks on without relent, I've not lost my appetite and my sleeping patterns are still normal (read: mild imsomniac).
Work's been rather quiet of late with lots of repetitive activities that bore me down very badly. While it can understandably get like this quite often, this time round seems to be an all time low, what with the general feeling of unwellness and related anger. Rawr.
Recently, I've gotten back to building models...
Tre-sama gave me a kit over Christmas and I've already ordered the majority of the paints needed for it's completion. Shall slowly take my time over 2009 to build it up. In the meantime, work is also being done on a previous kit. A '99 spec RX7 by Fujimi, which I've primered last weekend. Shall clean up the burrs and dags this weekend with Mr. White Putty! Nyaha.
Am going to die...
*gets Chee-kun to help me get more drugs*
Meh I've been wheezing and snivelling for the past week and a half. Am terribly not happy.
Chinese new year passed like any other day with the exception of a couple of angpows and two massive
Work's been rather quiet of late with lots of repetitive activities that bore me down very badly. While it can understandably get like this quite often, this time round seems to be an all time low, what with the general feeling of unwellness and related anger. Rawr.
Recently, I've gotten back to building models...
Tre-sama gave me a kit over Christmas and I've already ordered the majority of the paints needed for it's completion. Shall slowly take my time over 2009 to build it up. In the meantime, work is also being done on a previous kit. A '99 spec RX7 by Fujimi, which I've primered last weekend. Shall clean up the burrs and dags this weekend with Mr. White Putty! Nyaha.
Am going to die...
*gets Chee-kun to help me get more drugs*
Currently listening to: Do You Remember by Jack Johnson
Saturday, 17 January 2009
Question of the day
Does the head of the body (in a coffin, obviously) face the front or the back of the hearse when it's being transported?
Monday, 12 January 2009
Hot tip of the day
Remember to google yourself every once in a while, lest you find that you offer sexual favours for a price on the Internet unknowingly.
Today's hot tip has been brought to you by Chrissehs-kun.
Today's hot tip has been brought to you by Chrissehs-kun.
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Value added disappointment
Sad that the 2nd post of 2009 had to be a rant.
Work resumed on Monday and after an eventful night's sleep, I made my way to St Pancras without as much as a hitch. 'It was going to be a nice day after all', or so I was lead to think.
At the ticket office:
81 pounds please
Oh it's gone up in price... from 75.50. Rather steep eh.
*Shrugs*
I thought 'okay maybe they need money for making the trains run on time or maybe the extra heating for winter'...
Btw, the First Capital Connect don't heat their trains. Or if they did, it's probably optimum temperature for penguins. Bastards.
Work resumed on Monday and after an eventful night's sleep, I made my way to St Pancras without as much as a hitch. 'It was going to be a nice day after all', or so I was lead to think.
At the ticket office:
81 pounds please
Oh it's gone up in price... from 75.50. Rather steep eh.
*Shrugs*
I thought 'okay maybe they need money for making the trains run on time or maybe the extra heating for winter'...
Btw, the First Capital Connect don't heat their trains. Or if they did, it's probably optimum temperature for penguins. Bastards.
Friday, 2 January 2009
2008 Giant SCR Saru-kun's Special
About a month or three ago, I was in the market for a road bicycle. You know, them things with the weird looking bent down handlebars? Yahah so anyways, I gave up looking for one when there was none with the specs I wanted at a price ceiling of £450.
A few weeks later, this turned up on Ebay, at a price too good to resist:
£129.99 lighter in the wallet, the frame duly arrived 3 days later. A piece of paper was whipped out of thin air and a list of the parts needed to build a bike was made up. Back then, I was torn between either mixing and matching bits and pieces or going for a complete groupset. In the end I decided to bite the bullet and go for the all singing and dancing Shimano 105 10-speed group, which was released about 2 - 3 years ago.
Initially, the plan was to buy the bits one by one over a few months to lighten the financial load. I also enlisted the help of the BFF who was back in
Hence a new budget was set at £600 with the aim of building it to be under 8kg. Parts were then purchased from CRC, Wiggle and numerous other online vendors as well as the good people at rock&road , addiktioncycles and Birmingham City Cycles.
Much to my dismay once more, it shot the budget roof by £189.77. I haven’t weighed it yet, but it feels to be under 10 kilos. Which is abit of a good news. It was supposed to have had its maiden ride last Saturday but yours truly decided to lie in and die on the bed because it was cold outside. Sniffle.
The spec list is as follows:
- 2008 Giant SCR4 frame – 46cm
- Brand X aero carbon wrap front fork
- Shimano 105 BR5600 front brake and Shimano R650 rear brake
- Shimano 105 10-speed gear levers 5600
- Shimano 105 10-speed front and rear derailleurs
- Shimano 105 10-speed 12-25 cassette
- Shimano R700 crankset 34-50 (170mm)
- Shimano 105 Hollowtech II bottom bracket
- KMC 10-speed chain
- Shimano Dura-Ace shifter and brake cables
- PRO PLT stem, 80mm 10º, silver
- PRO PLT drop bar, 42cm width, silver
- PRO PLT seatpost, 27.2 x 280mm, silver
- PRO bartape – Floral Baby Blue
- Charge Ladle Ladies saddle, black with baby blue trims
- Shimano RS10 wheelset, black
- Shimano A515 SPD pedals, metallic baby blue
- Vittoria Rubino Tech Pro 120 TPI tyres and inner tubes
Meow.
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Rather overdue autumn London
Spongebob says hello from the window of a Nickelodeon office.
Merry Christmas, albeit belated and a good 2009 to everyone.
Monday, 8 December 2008
Monday morning
I dreamt that I was waking up when I was meant to be waking up for real this morning.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
All in a day's walk
You know its not a good start to the day when you see your bus speeding past while you're still about 70 odd metres away from the bus stop...
... ending up having to stand in the Arctic cold for about 10 minutes before another came... but didn't stop. Because bus No. 29 to Wood Green blocked its way in the stop. So came another freezing 5 minutes...
... at least the bus I got on was warm. I arrived at St Pancras at 0716 hrs. My train was due at 0716 but was delayed by a minute. It pulled out of the station as I was halfway towards the platform. The next one was at 0732 hrs, but that was delayed at first to 0736, then to 0743. Typical.
I picked up a London Metro from the floor of the train and flipped it open, straight to an article entitled "Network Rail to reduce delays".
Yup, when cows fly they will...
The biting wind and bitter cold embraced me as soon as the train doors open. You'd never find a more clingy lover. Its sunny and the blue skies are cloudless.
Its also 0 degrees C.
Winter's here.
... ending up having to stand in the Arctic cold for about 10 minutes before another came... but didn't stop. Because bus No. 29 to Wood Green blocked its way in the stop. So came another freezing 5 minutes...
... at least the bus I got on was warm. I arrived at St Pancras at 0716 hrs. My train was due at 0716 but was delayed by a minute. It pulled out of the station as I was halfway towards the platform. The next one was at 0732 hrs, but that was delayed at first to 0736, then to 0743. Typical.
I picked up a London Metro from the floor of the train and flipped it open, straight to an article entitled "Network Rail to reduce delays".
Yup, when cows fly they will...
The biting wind and bitter cold embraced me as soon as the train doors open. You'd never find a more clingy lover. Its sunny and the blue skies are cloudless.
Its also 0 degrees C.
Winter's here.
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Happenings of the months
To start off with, I managed to wobble my way to a UK motorcycle driving license. A full 'A' license at that, which means that I'm not limited by engine capacity. Which means I'm road legal on a 1.3 litre Suzuki Hayabusa with immediate effect. Which also means that the UK roads are not safe anymore. Bless them.
Lucky for the UK'ians then that the DVLA hasn't sent me the license yet...
The girlfriend's birthday was two weeks ago. That was awesome. A dinner date at ASK, where the risotto and al fondo was rather nice and where it was a shit place to have a romantic conversation. What was nice though (and still is), is just spending time together. Lying in bed with her head on my shoulder, her wet hair making my t-shirt damp. Happy 21st babe =)
A few days later, the Design Office manager, my colleague and yours truly were invited to PTC World 2008, held at the Heritage Motor Centre, in Gaydon. It was a gathering of sorts for PTC's customers, showcasing the latest and greatest that PTC had to offer. Great opportunities to network. I met the editor of Racecar Engineering, Graham Jones and Philip Darlington, who was involved with a reverse-engineering job with Carlin Motorsports. A former engineer at Ferrari F1, he designed their cylinder heads as well, if I'm not mistaken. That was pretty cool...
There were also lots and lots and lots of Jaguars about... typical of a place close to Coventry.
Oh and before I forget, we got a couple of friends round and had a steamboat dinner / party of sorts at Tre-sama's place. Nom. Almost 500 odd meatballs and fishballs were consumed, in addition to three packets of enoki mushrooms, almost 2 kilos of prime beef meat, a couple of eggs, one whole chinese leaf, fried beancurd, beancurd, fishcakes and a few blocks of noodles. Oh wait, lets not forget approximately 6 litres of pork soup that was boiled the previous night and left to steep. Muahaha...~
The chocolate cake from Costco. 'Tis the only time I gave up halfway through a slice of cake. It is that big a deal.
Lucky for the UK'ians then that the DVLA hasn't sent me the license yet...
The girlfriend's birthday was two weeks ago. That was awesome. A dinner date at ASK, where the risotto and al fondo was rather nice and where it was a shit place to have a romantic conversation. What was nice though (and still is), is just spending time together. Lying in bed with her head on my shoulder, her wet hair making my t-shirt damp. Happy 21st babe =)
A few days later, the Design Office manager, my colleague and yours truly were invited to PTC World 2008, held at the Heritage Motor Centre, in Gaydon. It was a gathering of sorts for PTC's customers, showcasing the latest and greatest that PTC had to offer. Great opportunities to network. I met the editor of Racecar Engineering, Graham Jones and Philip Darlington, who was involved with a reverse-engineering job with Carlin Motorsports. A former engineer at Ferrari F1, he designed their cylinder heads as well, if I'm not mistaken. That was pretty cool...
There were also lots and lots and lots of Jaguars about... typical of a place close to Coventry.
Oh and before I forget, we got a couple of friends round and had a steamboat dinner / party of sorts at Tre-sama's place. Nom. Almost 500 odd meatballs and fishballs were consumed, in addition to three packets of enoki mushrooms, almost 2 kilos of prime beef meat, a couple of eggs, one whole chinese leaf, fried beancurd, beancurd, fishcakes and a few blocks of noodles. Oh wait, lets not forget approximately 6 litres of pork soup that was boiled the previous night and left to steep. Muahaha...~
Currently listening to: Sleep Now In The Fire - Rage Against The Machine
Friday, 21 November 2008
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
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