tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96963052011-07-15T08:49:03.680+08:00YSCHANnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-76230611212234486602007-03-28T00:03:00.000+08:002007-03-28T00:22:52.906+08:00

I finally got the project me and a friend discussed about some months back moving. My new blog is now at www.lost-in-wonderland.net/whiterabbit, though do visit the front page to see where we're going with the whole thing.

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The ringing didn't go away, so I ended up at the ENT (Ear, Nose & Throat specialist) on Saturday morning. The diagnosis was both good and bad.The good news is, there's absolutely nothing wrong with me.The bad news? This means that there's nothing anyone can do about it, and it will either go away on its own or I am going to be stuck with it for the rest of my life."Your outer and middle ear is

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Two nights ago, right before I went to bed, I noticed something weird about myself. My left ear felt as if there was a "bubble" of air trapped inside, like the type most people experience when they're onboard an airplane. After numerous attempts at trying to get rid of it by swallowing empty air and water, I gave up and went to sleep. The next morning I woke up a bit disoriented because the "

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As I have been excitedly telling everyone, my shipment from Play-Asia has finally arrived. I say finally because I had been expecting it to get here earlier (my order shipped on the 6th of February), completely forgetting about the Chinese New Year holidays. Early this week I had started to panic that it had gotten lost amidst the mountainloads of Chinese New Year cards that must have been

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Can't express just how much I loved it. If I have any complaints, it's that by the time I decided to get tickets there were no more standing seats. Would have been a lot more fun compared to sitting down with people who didn't seem to want to stand up to scream and shit. Damn.Oh, and Significant Other nearly got rammed into by a car. He jumped out of the way half a second before the car rammed

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Significant Other: ...so my cousin was watching Superman Returns, and she said "Brandon Routh is SO HOT!"Me: Your cousin?Significant Other: Yeah. You know, the one whose idiot father keeps a mistress.Me: Oh. That one. Hmmm...Significant Other: Hmm?Me: The philanderer's daughter.Significant Other: Err, yeah, I suppose you could say she's the daughter of a philanderer.Me: Lol! It sounds like a

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***WARNING: POSSIBLE MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK***When I first saw the trailer for Ghost Rider, I had prayed that the movie would be at least decent. Unfortunately, if you've checked Rotten Tomatoes lately, you'll see that it got panned by critics. Which is predictable considering the man directed Daredevil, for god's sake. Anyway, I went to watch the movie last night. It wasn't

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Games have been a part of my life for about as long as I can remember. My siblings & I were lucky to be blessed with many consoles and computer upgrades during our childhood, ranging from the early EGA computers and NES to the newer Pentium machines and Playstation console. Since electronic devices have always been left up to my elder brother, who knew a lot more than I ever did about them, I was

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MUSE CONCERT. IN MALAYSIA. ORGASM. MUST. GO.

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I remember this instance many months ago at my ex-publishing firm when we went out to a crab restaurant to celebrate a colleague's birthday. The editor-in-chief had brought along his wife and adorable three (four?) year old daughter. Three of my colleagues who came along were girls (women?) around my age. Along with me, we had not much experience dealing with kids and it must have been pretty

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Fell in love with Muse's Supermassive Black Hole when I heard it over lunch yesterday. Haven't been able to stop playing it since. I suppose you could say that I've been sucked into a supermassive black hole.Live version sounds even better.

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:[ moon-child: L'arc~en~Ciel 2007 summer tour T______Twhiterabbit: oooooh, that's baddddd :[ moon-child: veeeeeeerrrrrrrryyyy baaaaaaaadddddddd:[ moon-child: ( but on the plus side, it means I wont be investing in Sylvanian Families for a while XD):[ moon-child: BUT that's not the point tho T__T:[ moon-child: going to the concert will make me spend 10x of what i'll spend on the toys T__

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Tuesday marked the very first time that I've done press checking for a project. I was understandably nervous as I only had a vague idea of what to do - check the colour, registration, and watch out for hickeys, that's all to it, right? All I need to do is to haul myself over to the printer in Cheras, check everything, then go home. Easy, won't be too difficult to pick up.Of course, my boss failed

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Pretty, isn't it? Although I doubt I'll ever get to wear it, considering the state of my night life (Night life? What night life?)

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Dudes! It's been ages! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!I have my own blog now. Well, I've always had one, just never wrote anything even though I'm supposedly a writer. Feel free to come say hi, reading is optional.My blog.

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*opens new chat window to Nick*whiterabbit: heywhiterabbit: just letting you know that i have my hands on world of warcraftwhiterabbit: brother bought itwhiterabbit: will be joining you people soon on server xwhiterabbit: after i'm done with final fantasy 12*pop! new chat window opens*Guildmate A: i hear you bought world of warcraft!whiterabbit: wow, that's fastGuildmate A: come JOIN US!!

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Only hell awaits those who have lost hope, for they have lost the ability to redeem themselves.

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Role Player - Don't Drink and Strive! says: Hello.whiterabbit - devoid of joy since 1982 says: hey. what up?Role Player: Nothing. Much.Role Player: Worky-worky. Role Player: And a 2 hour drive back from town.whiterabbit: ah. that's crappywhiterabbit: why the long drive? were you striving? Role Player: I kept faltering and turned back into the same jam I came out of once or twice or more. And a

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:[ moon-child is Final Fantasy XII deprived: those zombies in zertinan keep respawning like MAD whiterabbit - on the receiving end of shit since 1982: ehh, i just run away XD:[ moon-child is Final Fantasy XII deprived: haha maybe I should do thatwhiterabbit - on the receiving end of shit since 1982: wait till you fight the roblon @.@whiterabbit - on the receiving end of shit since 1982: or make

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Nice, huh? That's the Ken 2 Condominiums behind the office block. Yup, I can see straight into someone's condo. And since we don't have blinds yet, they can look into our office too. Wonderful, innit?Anyway, I guess it's not too much to deduce that I've resorted to photo-blogging, because I don't really have anything to say at the moment, other than the fact that I'm really busy and dead tired

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Last Sunday, after catching Flushed Away at Cineleisure with PM, we decided to try out the new shabu-shabu place downstairs on the lower ground floor, mostly because the buntings were EVERYWHERE, and hey, why not, right? We ended up loving the place so much that we couldn't wait to go there again. In fact, even arranging to go again on Sunday was a bit painful, since we were both already tempted

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Bored, sleepy friend (04:08) : *yawn*whiterabbit (04:51 - almost an hour later) : drink coffee. lots and lots of coffee.Bored, sleepy friend (04:51) : This is an auto message: The person you are trying to message has deceased from boredom.whiterabbit (05:07) : hey, unlike some people, i have work to do :pwhiterabbit (05:07) : pfft Bored, sleepy friend (05:09) : This is an auto message: The person

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About time, don't you think? It's been quite awhile, and I've been busy, and I don't really have much to say except to maybe update people on what I've been up to.As some of you might know, I got the job I was talking about earlier on the blog. I started work straight after Hari Raya, on the 26th. On that day my company flew me down to Singapore (where their main Southeast Asia branch is) so they

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Well, not really my closet, but my desk drawers and bookshelfs. If there's one habit I have when I clean up my junk, it's that I shove crap down dark corners and then pretend they don't exist anymore. Until they threaten to spill over, anyway. So that's how I ended up cleaning and clearing out all the junk I've hidden over the years (some dating back to when I was nine) over the last few days.

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Significant Other and I are at the cinema, waiting in line to buy tickets for The Devil Wears Prada."Pstt," he whispers in my ear, "that girl who just walked past us wasn't wearing a bra."My head perks up. "Where? Where?""Err, she's gone.""Awww," I pout. "Why can't you tell me about these things any earlier?"Significant Other rolls his eyes. "What would you like me to do, yell out 'look there,

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I recently decided to dye my hair again, unemployed status notwithstanding (I got the job, anyway. Woohoo! But that is another story). Since I wasn't sure what colour to dye my hair, my hairstylist suggested that I dye it one shade lighter than whatever was left of the previous job, as the highlights from the previous dye job was still holding up well. By covering the roots and adding more

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I think I may have screwed up the interview I really really wanted to get.Everything was more or less going on okay until he asked if I had a favourite designer. Which I didn't. Then he asked if I had kept up with international works and what other designers were doing. Which I haven't (even though I know I should). He more or less chided me nicely about how I should keep up with what other

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whiterabbit: uncleeeeeZ: please tell me that you're sitting in an office nowwhiterabbit: lolwhiterabbit: umm, nolor. But I did score an interview with Y companywhiterabbit: yay me!Z: hehewhiterabbit: i'll make sure i check the toilets when i'm there :pZ: lolZ: remember to search through their trash alsoZ: but make sure you don't get caught doing itwhiterabbit: LOL. What is the trash supposed to

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To cut a long story short, I can confirm that the song is the work of a local DJ. Which local DJ I won't tell you, for two reasons - one is to stop people from trying to kill him, and the other is that you never know who is roaming the internet these days, and it's a precaution for me to not get anyone in trouble (just in case. Like I said, you never know). Ask me in person to get the full story

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Something funny my kid brother related to me a few days ago:His friend: *reads exam question* Write about the robbery at the bank...His friend: HAH! So easy.After the exam...His friend: The one about the bank robbery was so easy.My brother: Bank robbery? What bank robbery?His friend: You know, question one. "Write about the robbery at the bank".My brother: Urm.His friend: ?My brother: The

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Z: So how's the job search going?whiterabbit: Checking out Jobstreet. Speaking of which, have you heard of X ad agency before?Z: Yeah, they used to be our competitor.whiterabbit: LOL! Well, do you know anything about them?Z: Only that they charge rather extorbitant prices.whiterabbit: Really? Hmm, should I bother applying then?Z: Yeah, why not, just go check it out lah.whiterabbit: Hmm.Z: There's

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Significant Other: He heard the song.Me: Huh? I thought he wanted nothing to do with it.Significant Other: Well, he didn't. He just so happened to be having dinner at a McDs drivethrough and heard the song being played.Me: *snicker* So what happened?Significant Other: He ran out of the drivethrough as fast as possible.Me: Hahahahahahaha!! So is he going to go find out where the song came from?

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Today was my last day at work. Again. While I more or less didn't really want to leave, I'm still glad that I got out of there as early as possible. Now I'm free to laze around at home, play games and do whatever I like while jobhunting instead of sitting in the office doing close to nothing except twiddling my thumbs and look for games to play, because, well, it's not like I had a lot of work

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Significant Other: Hey, I told my colleague about the song.Me: Really??!Significant Other: Yeah. He was quite curious. At first, anyway. After I told him what song it was I wanted to know about, he asked me why I would want to find a song like that.Me: Heehee.Significant Other: I had to explain to him that my girlfriend thought the song was hillarious. He gave me this look as if I was funny in

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Few months ago before I took on my soon-to-be-defunct job, I was attached to another small ad agency. It lasted a week. Ever since then, the time I served there has been the butt of many jokes. It was a 'graveyard' company, as a friend put it.As I was walking back to my car this evening, I mused that my current company was slowly becoming a graveyard itself. Z, the creative director had left. My

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Monday night I decided to do something out of the blue hue of my ordinary routine and pop by the place of a friend who I haven't seen in months."Where are you staying now?" I asked over the phone."Oh, you know, where I used to stay last time in Kelana Jaya. At Tiara Kelana," he explained.A thought bubble that said "Ehh, wasn't that place called Kelana Putera?" popped above my head. But hey, I am

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A few weeks ago, Significant Other and I were having a late night dinner at the drivethrough McDonalds near The Curve when I heard a very familiar tune. The speakers were significantly softer than the ones at the Subang drivethrough, but it was unmistakable."On-ly youuuuuu.....dooo dooo doo doo dooooo-"I burst out laughing. Significant Other stares at me like I've just been possessed by the devil

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I hate cold showers. When I first started at the gym, I was more or less horrified to find out that the heaters installed with the showers didn't work. After trying out all of the showers installed in the bathroom, I gave up and assumed that they didn't provide hot water for you to shower with. Eventually I learned to live with it, although I still really hate taking cold showers.Then today, as I

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Last Wednesday after work, Z asked if I had some time to go for a drink because he had some news to tell me. It was then when we sat down and talked at the nearby mamak that the world fell off its axis, rolled around the floor a bit, before finally skidding to a halt in some dark and hidden corner.To put all this in a little bit of context, the company which I work in has three shareholders. One

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Just when you think that life has settled into a rhythm you're comfortable with and things are falling into place, life throws you a curveball. On hindsight, the way things were going I should have actually expected it, but hey, I am a rather blur person. Isn't that part of the charm? I won't go into details yet, as I have my reasons. I'm not in any way angry at the way things turned out because

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When I was in my ex-company, having to work late to meet the monthly deadlines was a necessary evil, and whenever I stayed late I went out for dinner with my then-colleagues. One time we were eating at the nearby McDonalds drivethrough when a curious thing happened.We were all sitting down, halfway chomping through our burgers when the speakers starting blaring out the song "Only You".Speakers:

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No doubt some people are curious as to how the gym thing worked out for me, especially since I was the proverbial scared rabbit when I had to step foot inside one for the first time. Well, much to my surprise, I actually like going to gym. Benefits wise though, it's still too early too tell as it's only been one and a half months and I really only go twice a week. It has had some other effects on

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Z: Why don't you try pulling that image over the edge? Would that make it look better?Me: Hey, I was about to try that!Z: Heh, great minds think alike.Me: Don't flatter yourself.Z: ...Me: *whistles innocently*

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*game loads**long cutscene starts* Me: Zzzzzzz.*long cutscene ends*Me: Ok, find Colossus, kill Colossus. Simple.*jumps on horse, holds up sword, follows directions*Me: Where the hell is the col - ooooh, pretty scenery!*path ends**jumps off horse, struggles to climb walls*Me: Stupid @#$&^#%$ controls.*successfully climbs up walls*Me: What's that stomping sound?*walks around a bit**stomping gets

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A week ago, I finally got ahold of a dress I could wear to Significant Other's annual company dinner. All that was missing was an evening bag for me to tote. My destination: my usual shopping haunt, 1 Utama, mostly because I can't be arsed to go any further unless there's an MNG sale, which requires a trip down to MidValley Megamall to get your money's worth. But I also wanted to watch Superman

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Been given 24 hours to tie up loose ends to make amends His eyes said it all I started to fall and the silence deafened Head spinning round no time to sit down just wanted to run and run and run Be careful they say don't wish life away, now I've one day And I can't believe How I've been wasting my time In 24 hours they'll be laying flowers on my life, it's over tonight I'm not messing

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Work kinda got to me. Late last week I had a press ad and a logo to handle, Arguably not a lot of work, but the press ad required copywriting which I suck at (although weirdly enough, I never seem to have trouble coming up with blog titles), and the logo was stressful because it's a big BIG project (to me, anyway). As expected, I had major trouble trying to come up with an impressive tagline for

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I figured that it had been forever since I last saw Akira, which is often touted as one of the best animes of all time, so I decided to pop it into the DVD player yesterday night. The last time I watched it was somewhere when I was in primary school, and the only thing I remembered about it was the incredibly disturbing scene where Tetsuo transforms into....into.....uh, that thing. Whatever you

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I've always thought that Jason Lo was one of the best local artistes we have here in Malaysia. He always made pretty good music, but I've never felt the need to look up his music like I do with some others I rave about. Until I heard Operator, The Line Is Dead. I felt compelled to post this because the song went beyond being good music for me. I may not quite understand the lyrics, but I hear its

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Last Friday I got an invite to the premiere of Cars, courtesy of my ex-colleague Cynthia. Obviously, I jumped at the chance to watch the movie about a week before everyone else, especially since she mentioned that a free dinner was thrown in. Italiannies too! Yummy. Of course, she forgot to mention that this was a press event and there were tons of journalists around, so for dinner I sat at a

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Insanefemale says: i had a weird dreamInsanefemale says: it had u in itwhiterabbit says: what did i do?Insanefemale says: u were trying to save me from scientologists Insanefemale says: who wanted to kidnap me in their spaceshipInsanefemale says: and i was part of a conspiracy to bring the spaceship downInsanefemale says: but i didnt want to beInsanefemale says: lolInsanefemale says: its

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So after months and months of trying to put it off, I finally did it. I bought the required clothes yesterday, and registered myself for gym. Not one of the big ones like True Fitness, Fitness First or Celebrity Fitness, but one of the smaller ones. I actually had the idea of going for one of the martial arts classes they teach there, but considering my current physical condition, I thought it

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We're standing near the front of the line at the cinema, buying tickets for X-Men 3: The Last Stand, under the glaring lights of the ticket booths, surrounded by a lot of people.Me: *fans self* Wow, I'm hot.Significant Other: *looks at me* Yes, you are.Me: ...Me: You know that wasn't what I meant!!!Significant Other: Hee hee.

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Friend*name changed to protect the innocent*: You know, the same thing happened to me once.whiterabbit: Really?Friend: Well, actually, the other way around.Friend: I was at Vincci looking at sunglasses. The lady next to me was mulling over whether or not to buy the pair that she was holding.Friend: She put it down and left, after awhile. I noticed that it was only slightly different from the pair

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"Why can't I find a nice pair of faded blue straightcut jeans?" has been my personal grouse for the past few months, as anyone closely acquainted with me would know. The pair of faded blue jeans that I owned wasn't worn out yet, but since I've actually put on some weight (wow, I put on some weight. Imagine that) since I've bought it aeons ago, I can no longer fit into them properly. Well, to be

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1147713772724457452006-05-16T00:30:00.000+08:002006-05-16T01:33:36.343+08:00

I have a habit of showering late at night, right before I go to bed. Since the bathroom is located at the back of the house, near the drains, every now and then we have a problem with insects and what-not climbing into the bathroom. If it's a milipede, I spray it down the drain with the showerhead. If it's a lizard, I leave it alone (except for that one time I saw a house lizard close to the size

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I had a surpise waiting for me when I got home last night. As I walked up the staircase to my room, my dad called me over."I just picked this up the other day," he said and shoved a white box into my hands.Taken by surprise, I look down at my hands.Blink blink. My jaw drops.I was holding a brand new white PSP.Holy shit.MY dad grins. "I thought it'd be nice to have."Holy shit holy shit holy

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Significant Other: Eh, guess what, all my colleagues know who you are.Me: Eh???Significant Other: Remember how I told you one of them saw us at the shopping mall some time ago and ran around telling everyone else how hot you were?Me: Umm, yeah...Significant Other: So this other colleague saw us at the mall yesterday and decided to take a photo of you. He MMS-ed it to everyone else at the office

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I have never felt much like a girl. Unlike most girls I know, I don't like romantic movies, nor do I like flowers. I don't get crushes on cute actors/singers, nor do I feel any compelling reason to watch a particular movie simply because a cute guy is acting in it (Of course, the only anomaly in this is that I think Rain is fucking HOT, but it's not like I bother watching anything he's ever acted

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1146758138995091242006-05-04T23:31:00.000+08:002006-05-05T00:12:37.893+08:00

Well, I don't normally do this, but since I am bored and have nothing to blog about anyway...THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. Boon Ying2. Boon (to really close friends)3. whiterabbitTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. My nose2. My shoulders3. Does my hair count?THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. I am TOO SKINNY!!!2. That being said, I have a flabby tummy T__T3. My

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Finally, a steamboat event that I actually have pictures of.First off, the happy people.Next, the not-so-happy people.Then there's these two.And the cameraman. Too bad my fingers shook while taking this one.

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After much learning and frustration, the blog is finally back up. I hope you people like the design. I had wayyyy too much fun making it. I lost a lot of sleep in the process, which led to a zombiefied existence for most of the week. Heh, this is what you get for overcompensating for feeling like a dumbass at work. I still think there's something missing from it to make it special though.....

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Hello everyone! I'm here to inform you that this blog is henceforth hijacked by yours truly (with permission from Yew Seng and Li San, of course). Since both of them have said that they most likely will not be posting anything up here anymore, I have permission to take over and do whatever I want, and naturally that means a few changes are in order. I will be renaming the blog, for instance, and

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1145619212377071902006-04-21T19:04:00.000+08:002006-04-21T20:23:53.833+08:00

I finally got my hands on Texhnolyze, an anime from the creators of Serial Experiments Lain, my favourite anime, and immediately launched into rabid fanboy mode. Never have I fallen so hard for anything in my entire life (well, if you discount Significant Other, anyway). The experience of watching Serial Experiments Lain completely ruined anime for me. No longer did I want to watch anything I

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1145544555769168262006-04-20T22:31:00.000+08:002006-04-20T22:49:15.793+08:00

Z: C, meet Boon Ying. Boon Ying, meet C. He's from our ex-college too.Me: Hi!C: Really? No wonder you look familiar. Seen you around in college before.Me: @.@------------*Guy walks into office, chats with colleagues*Z: *points at guy* Our ex-designer. From LimKokWing too.Me: Oh?Z: Yeah. He says he's seen you around college too.Me: ...Z: You might as well be "Boon Ying, the ex-LUCCT student".

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1145452993464265132006-04-19T20:48:00.000+08:002006-04-19T21:43:38.840+08:00

The office lady and I went to the same secondary school. She was one year my senior. Whoa, what a small world.

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Working in a company where your direct boss is an ex-collegemate has been a rather strange experience. When moving on from an experience, I tend to really move on, whether by accident or by my own design, and stepping out of publishing and into this particular advertising agency has felt like one step forward and another one backward. Well, okay, maybe after being blindfolded and spun around. I'm

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Significant Other: Hey, guess what, my dad gave me the talk you give to teenage boys the other day.Me: Huh?Significant Other: The one about sex.Me: Hah?Significant Other: The birds and the bees?Me: ...Me: Your dad talked to you about sex?Significant Other: Yes.Me: ...Significant Other: At the ripe old age of 28, yeah.Me: ...Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMe: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASignificant Other:

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Update on my status for those who don't know yet - I took up Kel's friend's job offer. It's still a pretty small office, but at least it lacks all the bullshit that 'graveyard' company had. Two days into the job, I observe that the office lady seems to live on air, and the other two (besides Kel's friend, who I'll just refer to thereafter as Z for the sake of brevity) aren't in most of the time.

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I find it amusing that whenever I meet new people they try to curb their swearing in front of me. When they do end up cussing, I'd get a mortified look and "heh, sorry about the language." The amusing thing about all this is that I'm also trying to do the same thing. I don't curse often, but come on, people. I don't look that innocent.Or do I?

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I was on a quest in Anvil to foil a gang of women robbers who seduce men to a secluded spot, get them to undress before robbing them blind. The quest led to a bloody end in a farmhouse. Before I left, I searched the farmhouse for goodies to sell in town. Lo and behold, I found a book titled The Lusty Argonian Maid sitting on a small table. Out of curiousity, I opened the book to read, and

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I had an interview yesterday courtesy of Kel passing my contact to his friend, who happened to be looking for a graphic designer. Yay! It was in Damansara Perdana at 5pm. One of the first things I noticed - that place is a parking nightmare. It took me about 20 mins to find somewhere to park where no one will saman me, then I got out of the car and walked down the long row of shophouses to get to

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The deed is done. I resigned. Admittedly, most people's reactions were "WTFFFFFFFF". But you know your instincts are right when the boss insinuates all sort of negative things about you when you try to leave. Admittedly some of the things he said are no doubt true. But why mention it when I am resigning unless you are being a sore loser? I am aware of my faults and shortcomings as a designer, I

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1143037167393391202006-03-22T22:10:00.000+08:002006-03-22T22:19:27.426+08:00

Significant Other says: Oblivion is out Significant Other says: The torrent is out whiterabbit has a vendetta says: Yay! whiterabbit has a vendetta says: MUST BUYYYY!! whiterabbit has a vendetta says: Since I'm resigning anyway, I'm gonna sit at home for the whole of next month playing it! Significant Other says: Lol whiterabbit has a vendetta says: I should play all my new PS2 games too!

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The cutest (and naughtiest) kitten in the world! Don't let the photo fool you though, she's actually not as small as she looks. She was very fidgety, making it difficult to get a nice and sharp picture of her. That's someone's paper box she decided to invade. Her owner is behind her in this photo.

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Today was my first day at a new company. I woke up early, dressed up a little nicer than usual, took a deep breath and drove to my new office in Sunway Mas. Parked my car, got out, look at the floor where my office was, took another deep breath, walked up and rang the doorbell. The director welcomed me in, as she was the only person in at the moment. Cool, I thought, these people come in late too

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Today was my last day at my soon-to-be-ex company. It felt just like any other normal day, with the exception of being spent lunch at TGIF. I spent my time surfing the net, chatting both online and with my colleagues and playing simple games I found on the Mac against the computer opponent. Then before you know it, the day's over and I have to leave. It didn't really hit me until I signed out and

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My afternoon at work today was productively spent watching Mirrormask with my co-conspirator, Phui Mun. We were both left gaping in awe of Dave McKean's vision in bringing his and Neil Gaiman's work to life on screen (of course, we were also awed by how fabulous it is to play a widescreen format movie on our new Intel iMacs). He succeeded so well in bringing his surrealistic artwork to life

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About two weeks ago my brother came home from Japan for a visit. He brought back lots and lots of Pocky, one of my favourite snacks from Japan. They retail for about RM9 per box here, I think, and they don't carry some of the funkier ones like the white chocolate coated sticks coated with another layer of dark chocolate on top (yummy!). The one shown here is new packaging for two flavours. Or so

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Banksy pictures off flickr. Banksy official site. Banksy story off wiki.You have to love Banksy's rats.

YSCHANnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1140432808217972652006-02-20T18:10:00.000+08:002006-02-21T22:57:43.953+08:00

Feeling intensely curious one day, I decided to google up the ingredients of the hoity toity food I had the "chance" to sample last Monday. If anything, now I feel very guilty. Take a look at what I found:Saffron - The most expensive spice in the world. The Saffron filaments, or threads, are actually the dried stigmas of the saffron flower, "Crocus Sativus Linneaus". Each flower contains only

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"Hey you three," my boss calls out to us. "We're short of people for this event at a hotel. So you have to leave early, dress nicely, and go for it. GM's directive.""What??" one of my other designer colleagues exclaimed. "But....but....we don't have any proper clothes to wear! And why do we have to go anyway?"The boss sighed. "The person in charge of the event wants ten people from our company at

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"I'm so fucking pissed," my friend M types. "I know him and he's not too bad a person, but how can he do that to her?"M and I are chatting on MSN about her friend's emotionally abusive boyfriend. "We went to a friend's party and all she did was talk to a bunch of guy friends from class! And he drags her away to tell her about how she's making him 'look bad'. What the fuck. He doesn't even like it

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I just resigned from my position. I feel so weird now. One minute I'm excited, the next I'm frightened. Happy, then sad. Reality is swimming before my eyes. The stars in the sky mysteriously realign themselves when I'm not looking. I see things from a different light. Sounds are muted. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.I wonder if things will change at my soon-to-be former workplace when I

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1138377559622276292006-01-27T22:58:00.000+08:002006-01-27T23:59:19.980+08:00

It is a custom of sorts for my family to bake cookies every Chinese New Year, especially pineapple tarts. As a young girl I would often go to the kitchen a week or so before Chinese New Year to find my aunt, grandma and mom baking cookies of all sorts. The one which fascinated me the most was the making of pineapple tarts. Not the sort where they roll up the dough with the pineapple jam in the

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I have never been very close to my mom. Throughout my life so far she has more or less felt more like a stranger living in the same house than my mom. One of the downsides (of many) of a relationship like that is that we don't know each other very well, food preferences included. So when she mumbled something to me while I was half asleep about offering to buy me lunch since she was going to be

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1137419281119996662006-01-16T21:37:00.000+08:002006-01-16T21:53:06.203+08:00

This lady who drives a land rover was blocking the road and holding back about 6 other cars. She had already reversed her car but seemed to be having problems moving it forward.I went over to see if she needed any help, though she didn't and said that her car couldn't warm up. I turn around and walked back to my friend's car--since I couldn't help her.As a bad joke, I yelled (out to my friend) "

YSCHANnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1136775465003678712006-01-09T10:46:00.000+08:002006-01-09T10:57:45.033+08:00

Why I love my job: 1. I can come in at 10.30am and no one will bat an eyelid (although I have gotten reprimanded on occasion. Heehee)2. The people.3. The office environment.4. It's nice to see your work sitting on the bookstore shelves.Why I hate my job:1. The pay.2. TEH BOREDOM!!1~!

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1136202960137419352006-01-02T19:53:00.000+08:002006-01-02T20:02:03.086+08:00

Me: Hey, that guy sitting over there sure looks a lot like M. Nasir.Significant Other: Really? *turns around and looks*Me: Well?Significant Other: You idiot, of course he looks a lot like M. Nasir. He IS M. Nasir.Me: ...Oh.

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1135705544215562952005-12-28T01:40:00.000+08:002005-12-28T01:45:44.246+08:00

1. Stop pissing money away.2. Earn more money.3. Get that tattoo I've been telling everyone about for years. Cross fingers and hope that family never finds out and disown me.4. Get personal website which I have telling everyone about for years up and running.5. Last but arguably most important on the list, GET TO WORK ON TIME.

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1135612635763064842005-12-26T23:53:00.000+08:002005-12-26T23:57:15.786+08:00

While paying for golf shoes with my father, the lady at the register tightens the spikes at the base of the shoes. My father says to her, "You're pretty good at screwing..."Is that not funny? I turn away laughing and when I turned back, the lady says, "I've been doing this for a while now..." or something to that extent, but with full effect.How can I not be amused with this?End.

YSCHANnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1135495596411527842005-12-25T15:02:00.000+08:002005-12-25T15:26:36.440+08:00

Yesterday, the night before Christmas: ...was the only time (for me) a can of (unfinished) beer would have been duly replaced with a newer and much colder one; which was usually followed by the expression, "Old one, old one..."The food was good, the weather not so, and the environment was somewhat new to me. Packets of Nasi Lemak from Nasi Lemak Antarabangsa--said to be the best Nasi Lemak around

YSCHANnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1135416322752395972005-12-24T17:18:00.000+08:002005-12-24T17:25:22.870+08:00

Step 1: Attack his castle in broad daylight.Step 2: Cast silence on him.Step 3: Cast powerful clerical spells on him until he activates his contingency spell (Otiluke's Resillient Sphere, a spell which creates an invincible sphere around the caster where nothing can go in and nothing can go out, which can only be deactivated when the caster speaks the command word. Note the emphasis on the word

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1135343474364342762005-12-23T20:49:00.000+08:002005-12-23T21:11:14.396+08:00

I haven't been sleeping well for the past week - something highly unusual for me. Usually I oversleep because I slept late the previous night(s), and my sleep is usually so sound that even if a bomb went off next door I probably wouldn't hear it. In fact, there are only two known surefire ways of waking me: by violently shaking me, or calling me on my handphone. And even then, if I'm tired enough

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1135237416912513302005-12-22T15:33:00.000+08:002005-12-22T15:43:36.946+08:00

An interesting read if you know who Dave Chappelle is.

YSCHANnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1134744844151846542005-12-16T22:43:00.000+08:002005-12-16T22:54:04.190+08:00

Well, I was bored. So I decided to post something up for Kel, the Destroyer of Worlds. Prepare to witness Darth Vader's transformation into the Scorpion King!LOL. Seriously, I don't know WHY, but it's a good game. You're really missing out on a lot by refusing to play it just because this happens :p

whiterabbithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01606135308159474829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1134714838227468312005-12-16T14:10:00.000+08:002005-12-16T14:33:58.250+08:00

Almost immediately, I was lunged into consuming booze night after night, and the like. And the very next few days I had already obtained (very) extra-casual work doing the thisses and thatses of manual labour.Now, if only I can get people to buy Porsches.

YSCHANnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696305.post-1134631665748331932005-12-15T15:26:00.000+08:002005-12-15T22:01:38.926+08:00

Avoid laundry work part 2, and go do something monetarily productive. While at it, try to get hair cut.Update: I didn't get my hair cut. Thanks for reading.

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