call me weekender, really.

A thoroughly enjoyable weekend.

Plenty of drinks, food and conversation. A pseudo-hedonistic three nights which resulted in hyperacidity.

I'm beginning to like Damansara Heights. Why? Affordable alcohol. Seriously. Rm12 for a mug? Smashing. A delectable view doesn't exactly hurt matters. Yeah, it does come off chi-chi at times, but when was the last anyone could place cheap beers and decent crowd in the same sentence, let alone same page? I suppose the delicacies in J&R deserve a try, though I still have an aversion to processed pork. Perhaps several strips of bacon would do the trick on my next visit. And Aaliya isn't too shabby either. Though the quality of sound system leaves much to be desired, as does the strangely fresh warm beer. Acres of space, though. And cooling, very cooling.

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We Own the Night is an awesome movie, very similar to The Departed. And reminiscent of The Yards, which first featured Joaquin Phoenix and Mark Wahlberg. Enticing storyline, coupled with great acting. Well worth the RM 3.20 spent on toll to Puchong. Also watched Run, Fatboy, Run. Hilarious, though not as endearing as Hot Fuzz. Was too Americanised for my liking, with the typical feel-good ending. But hilarious.

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Love. A poorer cousin of Romance, and Passion. Many oft look for Love, but end up ditching it for the much glorified Romance and more exciting Passion. And when Romance has skipped away and Passion absconded, the shadows that are Bitterness and Discontent hound Love, relentless and cold. For without the more illustrious Romance and much celebrated Passion, Love appears to be nothing than a dull vessel, unattractive and superfluous.

birthday bites

I’m 32 today.

Doesn’t seem that much different than when I was 31. Or 30 for that matter.

Was planning to head off to gym after work; then I received a large cookie during lunch. What the heck, indulge first, exercise later. Besides, no amount of exercising will make significant inroads into the calories I’m going to be consuming today, what with the cakes, and chocolates, and dinner tonight. Might as well savour these culinary delights (yes, when one is on a health regime, even nasi lemak becomes a culinary delight) and burn them off tomorrow. Or maybe next week, since the weekend is almost upon me.

What, no pledges? No birthday declarations. Nope, none whatsoever. What will be done, will be done. That way, there’s no pressure and ultimate failure when addressing and evaluating these ‘vows’.

So anyways, half my birthday has already passed, and the second half beckons. Temple, dinner and probably coffee later as I ponder on past discretions and future plans. Postponing the alcohol-laced celebrations to either Friday or Saturday; more time to recover the subsequent day. Though the fact that salary will only be disbursed on Sunday is somewhat of a dampener.

Ah well, that’s how it is, such is life.

Happy Birthday to Me.

morons-that-be

This cracked me up. Apparently the six degrees of separation applies to Malaysia and Barack Obama. It would seem one of Obama’s in-laws is a Malaysian. And what’s the big deal, you may ask. Nothing, actually. Just that it gives attention-seeking Malaysia yet another reason to be proud.

No doubt, this earth-moving discovery ranks among earlier findings of notable ties, most prominent being the links with Michelle Yeoh, that dude from Australian Idol, Vijay Singh and a host of other names who do not have the slightest inkling of the existence of Malaysia. Let’s forget the fact that Yeoh is known more for being a Hong Kee rather than a Malaysian. The fact that the powers-that-be were falling over themselves to award her a Datukship for doing absolutely nothing for this country is testament to how desperate people here are for recognition and praise.

Like a shameless name dropper, the government has displayed a-more-than-embarrassing tendency to hook the country to any celebrity with more than 2 Google hits to his or her name, regardless of the obscure and faint connections the individual has with this self-proclaimed Truly Asian nation.

I wonder if the morons here would be as eager to associate the country with, say, Elton John or Eminem.

Slim chance, I reckon.