Kung Pao In The Face

I really have the shittiest of luck when it comes to being adventurous with food. I just came back from trying out a relatively new cafe on the ground floor in the same block of my office, where it is a few doors away from the corner lot of San Fransisco Steakhouse.

The interiors from outside looked decent. I decide to take a look at the menu display. The price ranged around RM10 for all of their meals which were mostly all local stuff. Who would pay RM8 for some Fried Kuay Teow!? I noticed they had a western section and thought of giving their Chicken Chop a try. It stating that it came with choice of gravy, accompanied by coleslaw and fries was not really assuring. RM14 for just that? It had better be huge.

The waitress passed me the menu only for me to see a big 'N/A' slapped across the western food section of it.

I quickly glanced around to find something that would be more familiar to me when I caught the Paprika Chicken rice. I was given the impression it would be some sort of chicken dish with pepper involved and would be something similar to black pepper sauce. What arrived on my table in good time was something that looked exactly like Kung Pao Kai Fun. I felt cheated. RM10 for a plate of Kung Pao Chicken rice. I felt I was paying more for their deco than anything else. The portion they gave was slightly more than what you would get these days at a place that has dai chow and they would be more or less RM5.

Brings into perspective that the 'economy' mixed rice really lives up to its name now. RM10 could have bought me a McDonald's value meal with something extra.

I Break My Silence

Sounded like I Break Wind eh?

Anyways it has been a long experience from one bad thing happening to another. I am grateful for finding intervals between the onslaught of ordeals that are bestowed upon me that was barely enough to preserve my sanity.

The storm has somewhat calmed, though I would not assume it has passed. As time unravels its mysteries, I too am getting more relaxed at bracing myself for whatever comes before me. It is interesting how some people you know are losing their humanity as they strive to build up their wealth. They focus so hard on toiling the ground that it has become all that matters. They lose awareness to people around them so much so that these people are nothing but mere objects and perhaps even hindrances in their lives.

Some people have never experienced the human touch in their lives due to the fact that they always have lived a solitary life. Enjoying the peace and absence of conflicts with others. This has crippled them. Disabling them from being able to interact with others appropriately, not knowing how to treat others. Where everything is viewed based on how things would affect them and only them. Whenever things do not work out the way they expect, they retract, shy away from others and return into hiding in the comfort of their solitude. I grow weary of such behavior, especially after years and years of experiencing it. It just not worth my grief. Now I will just let things happen and watch them play out and have fun trying to predict the most likely ending.

It Never Fails Again

I start today waking up early and arriving for work 30 minutes early which is what I struggle to do. Today was a success. I think perhaps today would work out nice. I could not be further from it.

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Marcus and I watched Sweeney Todd. It was a musical. The story is pretty grim and disgusting for my taste. I guess what makes it so special is the fact that it was a musical. As nice and well made the film was, I felt that it was too... pop'ish for me? Too light... As in, if you were a person wanting to get started on musicals, this is one of the type of shows you would see. Sort of like for beginners. Overall, to me the storyline was predictable which kind of ruined the ending for me. What I will say is that I will never eat pie again.

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When I got home from work, before the movie. I was asking my parents if they had seen my shampoo. My parents as usual blindly claimed ignorance until my father confessed that he used it up. That shampoo was from Australia. It was not just any normal shampoo. It was a somewhat medicated shampoo which I highly doubt will be able to find in Malaysia. I was so fucking pissed. And my mom as usual being her ignorant as ever self was telling me there was no need to be angry and assumed that the shampoo was easily replaceable. FUCK NO IT IS NOT!

I wonder what cluster of shit will get thrown at me next. First my internet. Then infected system. I then get stabbed in the face. People using my fucking shampoo. Oh yes I am still counting.

Thought Collecting

I pride myself with post articles here almost everyday. However these few days of silence must have been boring for people who just need something new to read. Everyone has been doing their own thing which leaves me with nobody to hang out with. That in turn results in me just staying home playing World of Warcraft where I spend time with my friends in North America.

Okay I lied. Perhaps there was an event or two worth mentioning which will be elaborated further when I make time to do so. Wheels of progression has been turning yet again in the world of Azeroth and Outlands. It has become once again like a job, except only more enjoyable than a real job. And also minus the salary.

As the days get nearer to Chinese New Year, it (hopefully) gets quieter where no new jobs come in until hopefully sometime way after the Chinese New Year period ends. It is funny how somethings never change. This year I will most likely do nothing again for Chinese New Year. Perhaps visit my paternal relatives. I already had an early dinner with my maternal relatives last night.

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Ever wondered about what makes an object/event/person desirable? I am not one who was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I have never understood how people can be so interested in material possessions. I admit that there are times when I suddenly desire stuff so much, but then all of a sudden the feeling just disappears and then I ask myself why was I that interested in the first place?

That gets me thinking, perhaps I evaluate the target, determining if the bad outweighs the good and its worth in the long run. There will always be people who are fortunate enough to obtain possessions that I can never possibly have. There will always be experiences people get to enjoy while again I can never possibly have. Do I feel envious/jealous? Yes I do at times. But it is not great enough to amount to anything. There is no point in doing so.

What makes these things so valuable? Is it because every other person desires it, which increases the value? Wouldn't that be peer pressure? Is the revolving world powered by the pressure to obtain what others have? I wonder what would the opposite of wanting what others have? Would it be hoping the other person did not have it as well? Could that be classified as envy? Where one is the desire to gain as others have. Where the other is the desire for others to lose as one has not.