Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
It's Friday So Here's Something To Laugh About
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Band Of Brothers
Cumulus 8 2110
Monday, July 17, 2006
Of Movies, Running and The Pregnancy
- Syriana (oil politics and how it ties with the issues of terrorism)
- Lord of War (explores the world of illegal arms dealing)
Thursday, July 13, 2006
It's been an exhaustive week, in an exciting kind of way. Not from logging 100K weeks but being in full day project meetings and conference calls. The downside is that I've been neglecting my BAU job functions. I'll have tomorrow to clear as much of those as possible. I've been listening to Spyro Gyra's compilation album and yet again I was struck with how much joy their music manages to convey. You can almost taste the joy these musicians are having. And because of that, I felt damn happy too. Jay Beckenstein's soprano sax simply soars - how's that for an exercise in alliteration! It's gonna be the weekend again and I'm happy too. Now, back to The Unit!
Monday, July 10, 2006
Was out for an appointment this afternoon and I'd got to the place slightly earlier. With time to kill I decided to give the Ipoh Coffee Bean outlet a shot. Opted for the Cinnamon Iced White Coffee (RM4.90) while reading the April issue of Fortune. The feature article on Phil Knight caught my eye and the article was quite interesting. For example, Knight's office is so private that even some of his close associates haven't been into it. Apparently it's modelled on a Japanese-Zen theme. No shoes, even Nikes, are allowed in.
Knight was also a student under Der B-Man (Bowerman lah!) and there was a picture showing Knight with the other runners on the track, with a youngish Bowerman looking on. When Knight once asked Bowerman for running advice, the man replied "Triple your speed!".
And how about this bit: New employees get a book of maxims when they join. And point 11 states simply "Remember The Man". Now that's one hell of an Employee Handbook! And where the hell is Kenny Moore's book?!
Saturday Run & Work
I've never run the Bukit Tunku way on Saturdays but I wasn't too concerned about the traffic as many of my running friends have tackled the route before. It was to be a group run but because of the rain, I ended up alone. At 6am there were already quite a few cars at the Bukit Aman car park, with many big cars driven by old folks - rich old folks, all morning walk regulars. The rain had stopped, presenting a very conducive environment for running. The run itself was uneventful and since it has been a long while since I ran the route, I wasn't surprised to see that the Tijani 2 project has neared completion. There are indeed many rich people out there. A million bucks no longer cuts it, when your property costs close to 2 million. If it's an apartment around the KLCC area, you probably need to fork out 500 to 600 bucks of maintenance fees every month so if you only have a million, it'll be gone before you say "Invest your money!"
I had just enough time to chat with the regulars from the Beginners group before rushing off to get ready for work. Due to the horrendous traffic and timing, I had my lunch only at 3pm and I was quite pooped when I got home at 5pm. Decided to wash the car before taking my bath and after that we had to go for dinner. Carbo Woman isn't able to tolerate any delays in eating. It's been a very tiring few days. Thankfully I cleared the vacuuming, mopping and ironing on Friday night. I hope to retire very early today.
As I'm typing this now, I'm already sleepy.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Our unit went on a printing spree today, using up to 5 reams of A4 paper. And we're not done yet. Reason? Printing out all the functional specs of the major project we're kicking off. Some of the specs is 22MB and take up at least 140 pages viewing it on the CRT will be detrimental to our ocular health. I'll be doing some reading in the toilet.
In The Car CD Player: The Rippingtons - Curves Ahead
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The World Cup Adventure
Note: I'm sure you can associate with the name parodies. You know how names of players from certain countries tend to sound similar.
After players such as Burrito, Cheerio, Coco, Loco, So-So, Lasso, Lego and Aveo have been dispatched home by the Frenchies, it was the turn of the home team to be sent to lament on what could've been. As Burger, Fiddler, Croaker, Diver, Slider, Sleeper, Error, Dilbert and Hardmann trudge into the tunnels in tears, the players from the victorious team are seen hugging each other and doing victory laps around the magnificent stadium.
During regular play, little separates the two teams. The entire team of first team players and substitutes from the land of leather bags and shoes, fast cars and high fashion are technically very sound. Guided by a canny coach, they prove to be hard nuts to crack and true enough. Somehow they manage to put 2 very late goals against the Masters of Late Goals. Just take a look at the strength in depth of the victors: Ferrari, Myvi, Bikini, Rigatoni, Spaghetti, Vermicelli, Sorry, Tortellini, Zucchini, Macaroni, Lassi, Yippie, Lonely, Suzi, Chilli, Allegro, Siti, Berhenti, Bully...and the list goes on.
Including tomorrow morning's 2nd semi-final, there remains 3 matches left to play. It's still very interesting and difficult to call but the team I dislike ie the Frenchies may just triumph over the midfield quartet of Lilo, Oregano, Dodo and Risotto.
In The Car CD Player: Assorted James Taylor CDs
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
In The Car CD Player: The Composer of Desafinado, Plays
Even though I listen to most genres of music, I'm not going to pretend that I know how to review music. I just know how to appreciate good music. And although I play the trumpet in my early school days, I have to admit that I wasn't Chris Botti and I definitely have forgotten how to wield that piece of horn. So I'm just going to ask you to read the review written by the people who know how to write them. Click here for a brief one on the above album. By the way, bossa nova isn't the type of music you'd want to play while caught in a jam.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Enough On My Plate For The Next 18 Months
I won't be saying farewell to my trusty Kelisa of 5 years just yet as the new one won't be delivered instantly. For all its space limitations, we certainly have fond memories of the terrier (the Kelisa I mean). We've taken it up to the Genting Skyway station a few times, driven to Kuantan in the company treasure hunt (and won!), made quite a few trips back to Penang (including a return trip within a day) and driven into Singapore for last year's marathon/holiday. From before Carbo Kid was conceived up till today when he's past 3 and expecting a baby bro/sis. I'm going to service it (the car I mean) for one last time next week before driving it till the new one is delivered.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Bye Bye English
Just sat through 45 minutes (incidentally also my first 45 minutes) of WC football. Both Brazil and France couldn't make the last ball count. Passing were sometimes horrendous with the ageing Cafu guilty of poor distribution. Kaka, Ronaldinho and Fei Chai were seeing little of the ball and towards the end of the hall, it was the French (not a supporter of them) who were threatening and holding the greater of possession. In fact, early in the game I thought it was due to Fei Chai's weight that he couldn't jump to connect a cross! I don't think I will be able to last the next 45 minutes but I guess I would've lasted even shorter if I'd watched the pathetic English finally lose the entire plot and pack their bags.
They overstayed their welcome, are made up of overpaid and underperforming blokes - from Coach to players. Heck, the WAGS probably made better news than the football they dished out. I would've preferred that they played Germany or Argentina for the quarters, just so that both the Germans and Argentinians will be separated (too bad for the Argies). In the end, an injury, a red card, 3 missed penalties and plenty of designer shoes, bags and sunglasses were all they ended up with. Besides the shopping bags, they now have their tails tucked between their legs. Heck, their outing at this WC seemed like a family shopping trip with football thrown in.
It's 4am and I'm going to bed.