Hey hey heyyyyyy!

Its that time again - when the stars and planets ( and the junk on my floor ) align and for some reason i decide to sit down and blog instead of facebooking, youtube-hopping or engaging in my usual procrastinatory ( is that even a word?) activities.

Well the above and Prof Chetwynds MEMS assignment. Bleargh. Last term was a good term assignments-wise though. Despite my almost suicidal disregard for deadlines and declining work ethic i managed to do rather well in my presentations & assignments. Go me!

Anyway..

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! & happy harirayahajiawalmuharramdeepavalimerryXmas and anything else that i have missed. My 2007 would have been nothing without its stellar cast :). Hope you're all gonna be in the sequel tooo. Cameo pon cukup la . Here's a quick catchup in pictures since the last time i blogged.
A super muhibbah flat Xmas dinner before the end of term. I made my roast lamb with mango & mint thingy and a salad with miso dressing + mandarins & pecans, Lauren made those yummy cheesy tex mex thingies, Georgia made tabbouleh, & Phil & John made Yorkshire Puds!
Sangeetha getting grabby with the post dinner 'Kremes.

Hopped down to windy windy Notts to catch up with some chummies ( and cook them incredibly sinful food) AND to catch David Guetta playing at Gatecrasher.


Happy, happy people with tired feet. Boys & girls, next time you go to a non-NUS event, please bring your Passports mkaaays?

Managed a quick stop in London to catch-upsies. Go Victoria League!

Managed another flat Xmas dinner. Since it was just tecks+company, woon and myself, we were all guinea pigs for the first time im making stuffed turkey.
Result? yumsies. Here's more food from that night:


Dessert in progress..
BAM!! Dark Choc truffle torte with strawberry/lemon coulis


With almost everyone away for Xmas eve, a coupla of us just had drinks at Embargo in town, followed by a quick hop to Ignite. Not exactly a warm and fuzzy Xmas, but hey - at least i wasnt scratching my balls at home.

Was stuck at home for Boxing Day. The evil forces of the greater West Midlands Transport Authority ( or whatever the monkey fuck its called) and Midland Trains have conspired to deprive me of the obscene gratification that is the Boxing Day Sales.

NYE was schweet. We went to Birmingham to catch the Godskitchen NYE party at Air. The headlining DJ wasn't that impressive, but the other room that played deep house was pretty darned good.


And once flat 32 repopulated again ( well mostly) i made laksaaa!

We just spend way too much time in the kitchen . & eating.

The rest of the time was mostly filled with not working, unreal tournament-ing (until everyone got home and the lag was unbearable) and a new draconian fitness regime ( alternating 20laps in the pool with 6 clicks of rowing + weights daily).

But 2007 really was a year to remember. In so many ways. AND a few more. My resolutions? pretty much the same every year - improve myself in every conceivable way.

Now that everyone's up to speed, a normal entry:

Feeling: a chilli + post spin-class endorphine rush
Listening to: Waktu Yang Dinanti - Ungu

Actually caught myself actually, audibly , contentedly sighing in bed the other day after a skosh of insomnia led me to totally clean out my room at 4 in the morning. Everything useless/to be shipped back is nicely stashed away in the trunk room,i have regained half my floorspace, and chucked out a whole full binliner of junk. Everythings completely resorted. THe only thing i have to worry about now is my bookshelf collapsing.

Speaking of bookshelves, out of the books i managed to read over the Xmas hols i'd have to say the best one was Twenty-Something by Iain Hollingshead - a fictional diary of ...wait for it.... a 20-something London banker who goes through a life-changing year. Hilarious, well written, and im sure a lot of you guys will identify with the protagonist. Grab a copy if you can!

Maybe its just that i've been spending more time in the weights room lately, but it seems that it gets packed harder every year with bloody vexing hooligans who swagger around smelling like ass and hogging the equipment. Better yet, some of them from a *certain* country come in big packs, pratically take over the weights room and yell *encouragement* at each other - basically its just a bloody pissing contest where overcompensating hulks boost their self esteem over seeing their "pussy" friends struggle with a 60kg bench. Personal prejudices & judgements asides, they are still bloody inconsiderate fucks. Whatever man - all the muscles and gymming in the world won't fix ugly, no?

Another thing that's been grinding my gears - how most Malaysians, no matter from what social strata they're from, tend to reserve this bizzare reverence for Westerners and (more so with the working classes) politicians.

'kay fine they might at the very least appear to have a better socioeconomic lot, no small part due to their history of crafty imperialism/puppetry and amazingly unfair foreign policies, but look a little closer and you'll see that they're just as fucked up - just sometimes differently. There's still violent crime, unemployment, illiteracy, and their politicians screw up just as royally. Yep. There are ignorant dumbfucks everywhere in the world.

Of course, you tend to feel a little more ire when said dumbfucks get your country's names in the papers. Our health minister's sex tape even made the bloody Metro. Fair enough it was horribly bad luck - he must have been set up. Step into the Parliament or even a Cabinet meeting and throw a stone - it will definitely bounce off some schmuck having an affair. Im sure there are quite a few people who'd be hypocrites for holding that personally against him.

SOME others deserve nothing less than a donkey kick to the groin. Not being racist or anything, but WHAT THE FUCK is up with all these senior Malay politicians letting all and sundry know what colossal gaping ignorant undignified twats they are. Malaysian media might be state-controlled but foreign stations, papers and Youtube are not. Don't tell me you havent seen videos of Parliamentary proceedings online and felt like giving Nazri the shit-kicking of his life. Or seen the interviews about the FRU's response to the Bersih demos. OR seen the UMNO youth rallies. Budi bahasa bangsa my ass.

Okay fine Khairy might actually know what he's doing with those keris-waving dogs on a string ( im sure a degree in PPE from Oxford is handy) but whats up with the others? Its like you're having all the wrong people going into politics for all the wrong reasons.

Sorry, but i'm just have this general burning disdain for politicians. Even those that dive in with the best of intentions are forced to conform along the way. Many that i've personally met have such a slimy, greasy untrustworthy vibe. I can count those that seem genuine with like.....2 fingers( and no, not with a roman V).

You want to make money? Start a channel or show that broadcasts Dewan Rakyat/Dewan Negara sessions, and take public sms votes on who they'd like to be seen to be told to shut the fuck up, or better yet, tasered. The latter might be an interesting option, especially with MPs being the amazing specimens of physical fitness that they are.

Our Parliament is already a joke, so why not capitalize on it?

Links:
cracked.com is bloody hilarious. Just read these two articles and you'll be hooked. Procrastination material for AGES.
The 5 pimping-est historical figures.
9 most badass bible verses

And here, the BEST. MOVIE. STUNT. EVER.
I bet you havent seen a ventriloquist do a sketch like THIS before.

I'm gonna finish this post with a confession:
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I actually think some LOLcats are funny. Or at least cute.

"Words are nothing. Nothing but post hoc justifications and poorly remembered trivialities. Semantics and pedantics. Bottled up feelings, half-declarations, cowardly withdrawals at the last minute. The japes and scrapes of my reality and my imagination."
-Jack Lancaster, Twenty-Something

PS. PLEASE cease and desist with the facebook apps invitations. I dont want to know whether people think I'm Hot or Not( i already know) , and neither do i want to feed your pet turtle.

PPS. Read the above again. If you still send me an invite, i will send someone over to sodomize you with a splinter-y 2'x4' . I'm willing to bet that not many people will enjoy helping remove splinters from your strangely rectangular rectum.