It's been a bit of a moody Christmas. Coupled with the fact that some parts of me have wasted it away by either not really doing anything at all, or simply doing things that would have warranted me to think twice if I wasn't so brain-addled in the first place.

But in other cases, I think I have gained more than a few kilograms this month, and I blame the good food that people I know make. Especially my Mom. Though I would have taken some pictures about the food I had consumed this holiday period, I didn't really. Was too busy eating it to actually take pictures.

But meh, so so meh. Its been a moody Christmas. Until I gave The Darkness' Christmas Time (Don't Let the Bells End) a listen.


Man, that is a good song. Spirits-Meter increased.



Merry Christmas, every one.

Frohe Weinachten...

So its Christmas already.


Funny thing. So what? I don't feel any different than it would from most other days. Its doesn't feel as though it would grant anything special, nor does it happen to be more distinct from any other day.

Its not so much the presents, or the giving of gifts (okay, they're the same thing), or the Christmas carols, or the dinners or the whatevernot. Its the feeling.

And the feeling's not there.


Its not going to be a very fun Christmas, by the feeling of it.




But anyways, even with it all, there's still one thing to remember. Happy Birthday to the Saviour. That at least, still plants a slight smile to my face.

Today no fucking mood man

If I were to place a weblog entry for everything for everyday I did, I would likely bore people to death, especially myself, since I'm not catering for the needs of anyone.

But preferably something of interest, something you don't see everyday? Well, I was in the car with me Dad going up a hill through the streets of PJ this particular afternoon, and my eyes looked upon a fair amount of trees being pruned of their branches + leaves + twigs + squirrels. So happens another road where we turned into had its tall-standing denizens being given a level-1 shave (Indian barber term).

I don't say level 0 because that means deforestation.

Anyways, with men and their powersaws cutting through branches, there were also about three others standing by the truck that was gathering all the fallen hairs of the trees. Maybe four, though that one of them was more into the passive job of seeing that none of the branches would tip over the truck's top.

One of them, without his shirt was showing off to his buddies with his yo-yo.

And not just any yo-yo. The ProYo BumbleBee, back at a time where me and my school buddies were so into that fights didn't capture the same type of fun. I even had one friend who went so far as to purchase the Cold Fusion, which costed pretty much more than a few hundred dollars.

I still have one BumbleBee, the other one that I once bought having broke from an All-Around-the-World trick when the string snapped after making its fifth revolution. This second one, due to years of non-use would probably have its ball bearing and whatevernotconcerningthepartsofayoyo well, not as good as it used to be.

And this guy wasn't that all good with his yo-yo, but his other two buddies were looking at him, and paying attention. If you could do a few tricks, and had your fun, what more eh?


I think I'll fish up my old BumbleBee, and do a few tricks. No All-Around-the-World, though.

The Big Wave

I checked out the front page of the New Straits Times today, even though I have yet to get over the unfamiliarity of it being shaped to fit a tabloid format rather than the broadsheet I have grown up with for the past twenty and more years of my time being. That being as it had been printed out so as a broadsheet for more possibly one hundred and fifty years.

Though the word today is not on how newspapers ought to look and present themselves, but rather the words that were printed on the headlines. It certainly caught my attention:

Tsunami
The Next Big One


Who could forget less than three hundred and sixty-five days ago when waves spread all over the Indian Ocean and swamped especially Indonesia, reports coming in all over the place that eight thousand had died, then ten thousand, fifty thousand until at last a couple of months before, the final tally being that of two hundred thousand who had succumbed to the waves, and all that in what, mere minutes?

Some places, completely devastated by the effects of the tsunami waves, who most had thought would exist only in the Pacific Ocean, notably Japan, or the States? Who both had considerable warning enough concerning natural disasters.

And then something happens in the Indian Ocean, which hasn't happened since Krakatoa blew its top and wiped off a number of towns from the face of the earth. Likewise to happen the same time last year, and already they say that the likelihood of such a recoccurence is possible.

And that the epicentre won't be by the side of Indonesia, but rather a little bit north. IF you could consider one thousand kilometres as a little, though, in the middle between Acheh, Peninsular and of course Phuket.

In short? A disaster never seen before on Malaysian shores, and that's enough to get most people shaking in their boots as it is. We shall see. I'm not going anywhere near the beach for the next few weeks, just to be on the safe side. Not that I was planning it in the first place, but its good to make some precautions first, neh?

My life

Would have been more fulfilling if it wasn't for all the stupid decisions that I've made.

Anak-ku Sazali

Legend has it that in the awesome country (food only) of Malaysia, that the race of Malays are especially gifted in one area. The creation of meat patties fried over a hot plate, a meat patty that does not hide the incredibly delicious filth that is fat and liver and lungs and whatnot in a burger, unlike the antics of McCapitalism. And they are about the country, reaching out their wares to the underground population as a commune, that preaches against the foul deeds of the Yankee meat invasion.


Ramly burger. Did I mention they serve deer burger? More on this later.

A Fair Exchange

In exchange for freedom, I have traded wisdom.



I used my handphone to take this picture, so it doesn't look too clear. Will take another one when I get my camera back.

Being sick really sucks. I was very sick once, so much so that I had to be admitted to the hospital not more than half a year ago, when the influenza virus somehow entered my system and fought against the immunities that was within. It won, and I was taken in to seven nights of an unhappy hospital stay, where I finally recovered after a month of suffering and unpleasantness.

I used to think that I was somehow invincible, that no disease could touch me so long as I ate right and did my exercizes and so on and so forth. Such is the understanding of youth, and since then (and before) I have realized that nothing is really as simple as it seems. Illness will come to you whether you like it or not, and some things you just cannot win against, it seems.

And there are times where only God can help, after all my screaming and demanding. I never take any disease afflicted on me lightly, and He definitely hears my cries.

Yet, I wonder if these are more or less a result of my works. I know that I might have angered him to a point where he feels it is time for me to look at things anew instead of the road I have chosen. A rude wake-up call, you might call it.


Or a test of some sort. I don't exactly consider myself a religious man, but I have my thoughts.


Listening to:

I have a cold, cough and running nose that just won't stop unless I stuff tissue into my noses.


It really sucks to be sick. RRRRAAAAARRGARGGRARRGGGHHH!!!!!

Tickle in the Throat

I've been having this rather nagging cough for the past two weeks. The first week consisted of a running nose with a constant cough, thus wetting the many tissues I used with an abundance of mucus.

The second -which is about now- happens to have a lesser frequency of the cough, but bouts are much heavier than the usual cough, to the point where I start tearing, coupled with the force to puke.

This sucks, no doubt. And there are cough mixtures about to help me with my ailment. So today, I'm going to talk about three particular mixtures that I have taken, and such is the custom for liquids, I shall rate them accordingly.


Robitussin

I had this when I had a phlegm problem in Melbourne, went up to the lady in the pharmacy and she gave me this. Downed two bottles in a week. It has a mildly sweet taste with a certain aftertaste, but its nothing really to shout about. If you're not really fussy, you can go for this.

Nin Jiom (Ubat Ibu dan Anak)

I've had friends recommend this to me. No kidding, over here in Malaysia, some shops sell Nin Jiom candy. The mixture is not as readily-tasty as the lozenges, as the taste is not as immediate as the other two in terms of taste, but it is the aftertaste that lingers. Herbal stuff, this is pretty good, and lots thicker than Robitussin.

Woods Peppermint

The phrase 'cream of the crop' comes to mind when you consume a spoonful of Woods Peppermint Syrup. Most likely because of the burning sensation whenever you downed a swig of the mixture, and the fact that it contains a little bit of alcohol. The same friends who recommended Nin Jiom cautioned me with Woods, plainly because they know the stuff is good. Addictive in a sense, its the thick blackness of the liquid and the lacing of peppermint that really gets to you. They also have candy-sizes for this particular mix.



Cough mixture connoisseur, I am.


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