keterangan diri of the day.

now, based on events over the weekend,

i feel the need to clarify and further emphasize

two key things about myself;

first of all, i (probably) have mild ocd.

yes, mild. as in small scaled, like a mild ocean breeze.

i do NOT have ocd as in mr monk's levels of ocd.

and secondly, contrary to popular belief,

i am NOT evil. i am just festive.

there is a huge difference ok.

sekianterimekaseh.

dining fact of the day.

when you have toast and butter and jam at home,
it certainly does not taste the same way
when you have toast and butter and jam at a hotel.

...it just doesn't.

please oh please dear god.

read-worthy. watch-worthy. drool-worthy. 

a probable not-so-well-known fact about me is;
i am super fascinated with the dark american history
of black slavery and their civil rights movement.

so, for all us movie-lovers in this country,
we all know it has been an absolute rubbish year
it has been for movies (name me 7 great movies?)

please oh please salvage our movie year,
all that fuckery shown on screen so far,
by making sure 12 years a slave comes to cinema here.

...please oh please dear god.

kebanggean diri of the day.

rice. not coloured veggies. yuck. 

 now, i have a thing for coloured rice.

whenever i see nasik ujan panas
or nasik briyani or nasik goreng
yang ade kaler, it would make my day.

...even if everyone else kate batch tu tak sedap.

quite frankly even if i get fed sub-standard
and not-so-tasty-lauk coloured rice,
i'd still find it tasty. i love coloured rice!

one of my many, many plus points.

tyre maintenance of the day.

this was off an episode of 'that 70s show";

red : eric, did you rotate the tyres like i told you to?

eric : yes sir, it rotates while i'm driving.

guling2 aku gelak okkk!

LOL. no wait, what?

EVERYONE used to do this. honest. 

now, back in the day, there used to be this concept
where people would hand-write stuff on paper,
find an envelope to put it in, lick the envelope...

yes, lick. the. envelope.

then once the paper is nicely folded and nicely sealed
within the licked envelope, we close it, find a stamp
that corresponds to the cost of delivery, lick the stamp...

yes, lick. the. stamp. as. well.

then we write down the recipient's address,
physically go to the post office, yes, physically,
and drop off the mail into a real-life mailbox.

now, if you have no experience whatsoever in doing this,
then you should have no complaints whatsoever
if you receive this sort of condolence message from them;

"...hey man,

heard about what happened last week.
sorry to hear that you fell off your bicycle
and broke your arms and legs.

LOL..."

for THAT generation of people,
yours truly (sadly) included,
LOL does NOT mean Laugh Out Loud.

...it means Lots Of Love.
   

workplace advantage of the day.

now, the cool thing about coming to work
after a wonderfully long 5-day weekend is,
you can pretend to not remember who your colleagues are.

...specially the ones you have pending work with.