I’ve never had so much last-minute hooha for an assignment but here goes.

I couldn’t take the cold radiance of my monitor at 3am, and I left it like that halfway, copying the files into my newly acquired digital camera (yes yes I was supposed to post about that one week ago but I was busy). I figured I’d finish it in the office six hours later.

This morning, as my mom dropped me off, she asked to borrow the digicam. I forgot that my assignment was in it (I guess I wasn’t used to associating it with due-at-6pm-assignments!)

As I write this, I not-so-eagerly await my mom’s call – whether she’d drop the digicam by the office (and face scolding) or save her the trouble by going home after lunch, finish it there, head to college, and then face scolding at home (at least I’d be free-from-assignments!)

What else do I have pending outside of work? Three articles promised ages ago. A visit to Low Yat Plaza to get an AMD Barton 2600+ and check out RM400 19″ CRT monitors. (Yes, like WHOA!)

Call it the inefficiency of my grey matter to process matters that are black and white screaming “hurry up alright!“, but I tend to shuffle priorities. Yes I have a big project to finish, but everytime I look at it I get stumped, and so I finish off the other tasks of much less priority. At least I’d feel like I accomplished something.

What dairy product are you?

Yoghurt

People perceive you as stubborn and thick. Some find you’re too sour to handle but with the right amount of sweetness, you can be a truly delectable person to be with! Mmmm… look at all the different flavors you come in!

Again, a survey which requires real effort to count. Like how do you know these people on your Friendster list?

Met from work (92/327 or 28%)
Met online, then in real life (93/327 or 28%)
Met anywhere else (55/327 or 19%)
Met from school (43/327 or 13%)
Met online, but never in real life (29/327 or 9%)
He/she added me so I wouldn’t know (15/327 or 5%)

(First attempt here, with just 34% of the sample.)

This is why I haven’t written a testimonial for you:

1) I don’t know you, you added me
2) Other than giving you money, you class secretary you, we never had any interaction
3) I wasn’t feeling creative enough (my testimonial will stand out in your list)
4) I have too many friends to write testimonials for

I’ve always figured the pecking order to be this:

The lesser-friended one will write testimonials for the more-friended one.

While this is not fair, it makes sense. Back when I had less friends, I had more time to write. Haha. If you want to be spotted on a local celebrity’s profile, write a testimonial for him/her! (What makes you think you’re so lucky to be in his/her first 10 friends list on his/her profile?)

Put proper effort into the testimonial – write creatively. Don’t use a horrible template. Be funny. Quote something that is relevant to the person. I’ve clicked on testimonial writers who are funny. It also helps to be photogenic with your real picture.

Oh while I’m at it:

1) Friendster will not delete your profile, testimonials, messages, pictures, bulletin boards etc. unless you post pr0n or impersonate a celebrity.
2) Whatever disappears is only temporary. Check your Sent messages to see if it was sent, even if there was an error. I’ve seen 10 of the same Bulletin Board post because the fella didn’t see it posted (but it was!)

Quit depending on it for your apparent social feed. As for server stability… chill. This isn’t Hotmail.

This morning’s Teh Tarik at Maju Curry House, Taman Jaya had cinammon.

This morning’s feeder bus was fast and got me sleeping at a bench in Sunway Pyramid at 9:30am.

Thanks to Frus, I finally have a pyramid-shaped Rubik’s cub… I mean, puzzle. Nabila told me of her car accident. Jin arrived, and this morning’s 11:15am screening of Troy was long, even though scenes were cut out. Must Orlando Bloom appear in a ship everytime? (Pirates Of The Caribbean, Lord Of The Rings, Troy…)

This afternoon’s sun and traffic condition was not forgiving as we inched to KL Sentral, to get to the monorail to Times Square. Met loads of people at the 4th Xfresh Gathering. Made noise. Was happy. Very happy.

This evening’s visit at Times Square found Daytona USA 2 machines! The graphics were modern-quality, with a looser-feeling steering wheel. On the bus home, I figured out how to solve the pyramid.

This post was horribly reflective of my laconic state.

Muchly delayed this be, I post this anyway.

Ages ago, my mom brought my sister and I to Amcorp Mall, where we (my sister and I) both got our first pair of jeans. She picked the more faded of the two. At home, she changed her mind, and took the dark pair instead. Ah well, I wasn’t picky.

Many moons later, I came home, and my mom declared such:

“Your sister is taking your jeans to cut at the knees.”

It wasn’t about her asking permission. It was a matter-of-fact statement.

I got such a scare recently, after buying two pairs of jeans! They were missing from the place where I’d expect clothes to be. Now this was scary, since I actually paid for these rather handsomely. (In contrast to my wardrobe of exclusively free T-shirts, caps and shoes all legally procured.)

Dammit sis, just because we share genes it doesn’t mean we have to share jeans. (I don’t refer to her as sis, but hey let’s all play the anonymizing game.)

Nope, she did not kidnap them. They had been misplaced in a blue bag, used for ferrying clothes from the two houses that we lived in. It was in a (laundry) limbo all this while!

Yes this post is hanging.

There was a brown beetle on my blanket last night.

Being the unreactive (or shall I say calm and collected) guy I was, I did not panic or call my mommy (she was asleep).

I waved the blanket in the air, trying to shake off the bug(ger), but it persisted! It stuck there, with its tiny claws in the checkered fibres.

Improvised I did! I took a long toilet roll tube and cupped it. I then covered the opening of the well with thick tissue paper. I then overturned the toilet roll tube, with the blanket following. Twap! I flicked the other side of the blanket like the finest illusionists of those days.

I slowly removed the blanket, covering it with another piece of tissue. I had captured the miniscule beast! I felt its helpless weight tumbling through the tube as I walked to the window. I held it outside and released the bottom tissue door; the tissue fell, with what appeared to be the bug on a ride of its life down the first floor rooftop.

I walked back to bed, knowing I had spared a bug’s life.

As if to thank me, it whizzed, flying back into the room later, happily exploring the room. My brother and I avoided. Made me wish I threw the tube with both walls still on! Its cage would fall apart upon descent anyway. We laughed and figured it shouldn’t come back (or we weren’t bothered) so we went to sleep.