Hi Mum!! I'm back. (Post-Blogger’s Block)
It’s been awhile since my last entry. The lazy bug has claimed yet another victim like a cancerous cell that refuses to go away.
Ok, fine..I’ll admit that I procrastinate a lot. I’d rather leave totally random and pointless comments on other blogs than to write an entry myself.
Doesn’t help either that I’m in a middle of a restructuring within my department. Lots of stuff to take care off. So I cant blame it all on being lazy either. I got so much I wanna write here…but I’m just plain lazy and busy. Even both words rhyme. Everyday as I stared blankly onto my blog, a million thoughts run through my mind…but I just couldn’t put it into writing. Ever so often, I encounter doubts and having second thoughts about sharing my innermost feelings, thoughts, fears and hopes into a website that can be view publicly.
Is this what they call a “Blogger’s Block”? Blog-block? Bloging-
block? Blocked-Blog? Blocking-Blog?
But then again, having my thoughts written into my blog feels like having a burden lifted of my weary heart. It always feels good to tell someone events that happened whether not it’s desirable or undesirable. Whether anyone reads is another matter altogether, but I guess writing a blog gives the same feeling as you cheer or cry out into the darkness of cyberspace.
What’s that smell? It’s a new cologne. Its called Contradiction. -_-
Anyway, nothing interesting happen between this and the previous entry. Except bout a week ago, I had dinner with a colleague of mine. She’s from the Marketing dept. Joined the company bout 5 months ago. Been chatting with her regularly. Anyway, she’s going to US for training, for 3 weeks. I asked her out for dinner and she said yes. After much debate over the phone as to where we should eat, we ended up in Sushi King. Prior to that, she challenged me to a “Dare”. We would play One-Two-Zum (ie.Rock- Scissors -Paper) and the loser would eat a sushi dipped in an uNgOdly amount of Wasabi. Of course, the winner gets to decide how much Wasabi goes into the sushi depending on how much torment she/he wants the loser to be in. So naturally, the losers gonna be putting some thing into his/her mouth that doesn’t resemble a sushi, instead it’ll look like a big chunk of Wasabi held between the chopsticks. I never back down from a Dare. Especially not from a girl. So it’s a showdown between Ipoh’s One-Two-Zum Sifu VS Klang’s One-Two-Zum Sifu.
I lost 11 times out of 12 rounds -_-
I got pwned. Can you say pwned? Its pronounced P-A-W-N-E-D. It’s like I got owned REAL bad. I don’t understand how I can lose that badly. Nevermind the fact that the wasabi utterly destroyed my tastebuds and made me all teary…the whole event threw my male ego into the dumpster. OMFG…how can I lose 11 times to a girl? It’s just a simple game of Rock-Scissors-Paper.
She must be a psychic.
Of course, to add insult to injury, she told me after the first 2 rounds, she noticed I was playing in a repetitive pattern. So what now? I am THAT predictable? _|_
Anyway, she’s a nice friend. Pretty, has a kick-ass personality and friendly. But nope…no chemistry. So it’s ALL GUDDDD. Am looking forward for round 2 so I can have my revenge.
Coming to think about it, I’ve gotta go devise a brilliant strategy on how to defeat her in the game of Rock-Scissors-Paper when she’s back from the states. There must be a way. I can feel it. Am coming very close to reaching the stage of enlightenment and finally world domination!! MuahAHAHA!!! (Insert evil laughter)
Ok, fine..I’ll admit that I procrastinate a lot. I’d rather leave totally random and pointless comments on other blogs than to write an entry myself.
Doesn’t help either that I’m in a middle of a restructuring within my department. Lots of stuff to take care off. So I cant blame it all on being lazy either. I got so much I wanna write here…but I’m just plain lazy and busy. Even both words rhyme. Everyday as I stared blankly onto my blog, a million thoughts run through my mind…but I just couldn’t put it into writing. Ever so often, I encounter doubts and having second thoughts about sharing my innermost feelings, thoughts, fears and hopes into a website that can be view publicly.
Is this what they call a “Blogger’s Block”? Blog-block? Bloging-
block? Blocked-Blog? Blocking-Blog?
But then again, having my thoughts written into my blog feels like having a burden lifted of my weary heart. It always feels good to tell someone events that happened whether not it’s desirable or undesirable. Whether anyone reads is another matter altogether, but I guess writing a blog gives the same feeling as you cheer or cry out into the darkness of cyberspace.
What’s that smell? It’s a new cologne. Its called Contradiction. -_-
Anyway, nothing interesting happen between this and the previous entry. Except bout a week ago, I had dinner with a colleague of mine. She’s from the Marketing dept. Joined the company bout 5 months ago. Been chatting with her regularly. Anyway, she’s going to US for training, for 3 weeks. I asked her out for dinner and she said yes. After much debate over the phone as to where we should eat, we ended up in Sushi King. Prior to that, she challenged me to a “Dare”. We would play One-Two-Zum (ie.Rock- Scissors -Paper) and the loser would eat a sushi dipped in an uNgOdly amount of Wasabi. Of course, the winner gets to decide how much Wasabi goes into the sushi depending on how much torment she/he wants the loser to be in. So naturally, the losers gonna be putting some thing into his/her mouth that doesn’t resemble a sushi, instead it’ll look like a big chunk of Wasabi held between the chopsticks. I never back down from a Dare. Especially not from a girl. So it’s a showdown between Ipoh’s One-Two-Zum Sifu VS Klang’s One-Two-Zum Sifu.
I lost 11 times out of 12 rounds -_-
I got pwned. Can you say pwned? Its pronounced P-A-W-N-E-D. It’s like I got owned REAL bad. I don’t understand how I can lose that badly. Nevermind the fact that the wasabi utterly destroyed my tastebuds and made me all teary…the whole event threw my male ego into the dumpster. OMFG…how can I lose 11 times to a girl? It’s just a simple game of Rock-Scissors-Paper.
She must be a psychic.
Of course, to add insult to injury, she told me after the first 2 rounds, she noticed I was playing in a repetitive pattern. So what now? I am THAT predictable? _|_
Anyway, she’s a nice friend. Pretty, has a kick-ass personality and friendly. But nope…no chemistry. So it’s ALL GUDDDD. Am looking forward for round 2 so I can have my revenge.
Coming to think about it, I’ve gotta go devise a brilliant strategy on how to defeat her in the game of Rock-Scissors-Paper when she’s back from the states. There must be a way. I can feel it. Am coming very close to reaching the stage of enlightenment and finally world domination!! MuahAHAHA!!! (Insert evil laughter)
2 Comments:
count me in for ur next round..i would want to see ur flaming red face after THAT much of wasabi..
we go western with mustard!!
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